We get our fill of Dumont Dunes and ride back to Tecopa Springs.
Back to the booby trailer.
It is our last day of riding. We are all tired and load the bikes into the trailer along with our gear.
Bruno fixes the trailer.
I am sure Mark was bummed out that he couldn't ride with us.
Matt gets one last look at the desert before the Schleebovitz.
The truck is loaded. We eat dinner at a Bistro next door and eat like kings.
Later after much Schleebovitz drinking the Metallica begins to play and the Czechs get their dance on. The owner of the place comes out and yells at us to turn it down. He leaves and the chef from the restaurant tells us to turn it up again. We are in the desert for crying out loud. Nobody is around.
We all go to sleep so we can get up at 4am to head to the Vegas airport. What a blast we had. Good times with good friends.
As a side note Mark got stuck in a snowstorm in New Mexico trying to get the booby trailer back to Michigan. They closed the highway with him on it.
Thanks Bruno, Andy, Mark, Aaron, Matt, Joe, Radak, Peter, and Kerry
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