Death Valley invasion 2013
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02-27-2013, 07:26 PM
Joined: Nov 2004
Location: Oxbow Lake
We get ready to go.
Aaron warns us about washes that may take out the road. Sometimes you don't see the wash until it is too late so you need to pay attention. He has said this several times during our trip.
My camera is taking a beating and the shutter cover starts acting up.
Something looks challenging down there.
We wait for the Jeeps to get out of the way up the trail.
I climb up to a huge rock for a better view.
Some class A riders right there.
These rocks are a challenge.
I wanted to get a shot of this cool mountain with stripes. If you look down the trail you can see a really bad wash out.......no you can't.
This stretch of trail was made up of really weird slip rock.
It was solid but when you rubbed it with hand or tire it would release sand. The reason I say this is because shortlybafter taking these shots I ran up on a wash out and grabbed too much front break. It was the only crash I had all week and I slid for 30 feet on my back.
It was like a wake up call.
We stop for lunch. Trail sauage, pizza, trail mix, camel back water. No one has had a flat tire or gotten hurt.
We get on the trail and run into this gold mine.
I'm an engineer so this stuff really fascinates me.
This machine was run by steam and used belts and pulleys. Which have probably rotted away in this desert sun.
Matt is standing in front of a box that emptied into a crusher.
You can see the slucenand a tumbler.
Andy waits while we explore.
The patentnon the gearbox Matt is looking at said 1918.
This steam piston and flywheel set ran the machine. I wonder were the boiler is?
The mine entrance.
Notice the timbers used to hold up the outer rock of the entrance,
Stoopid camera shutter cover.
We ride to a lake in the middle of the desert. We rode down a freshly graded dirt road doing 65 mph to get here.
The dust clouds rose 200 to 300 feet into the air.
We had to space out about a mile apart. This lake had some fish that is only living in this lake. Poor fish.
Back to the Dumont Dunes.
Hundreds of feet high.
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