Being back up in VA for the holidays, I decided to take advantage of my last day here to make one quick last run up into the mountains today. I was able to convince my father to join, and we were both blessed with some wonderful weather! (It looked rather questionable when we left the house at 11:00am, and therefor packed our rain gear in my saddle bags. I bet that if we hadn't packed the rain gear, it would have poured the whole day! ) Enjoy the pictures! Me and my dad, at home and ready to go! Riding through Madison county, VA and headed west towards Harrisonburg. Ain't Virginia beautiful! Oooooo.....looky here.....dirt! View of the valley from up on top of Turkey Ridge road, Greene County. Crossing thru the park along rt 33. One of the missions of today, besides enjoying the ride, was to pick up an older, used set of stitch from a friend. Red Bull may give you wings, but Aerostitch gives you..... ......uhhh....I don't know what it gives you, but it definately gives you something! That and I guess I'm just a natural nut job! :dllama From here it was time to grab a little bite to eat before continuing on into the mountains. Since there aren't any down in Key West, I decided to go here! Damn they got some good burgers and fries! And now, the really good stuff! On Clover Hill road, approaching Union Springs. Our plan was to take Union Springs all the way up to Flag Pole, then come back down via Dunkle Hollow and Skidmore Fork back to rt 33 and from here head back home. Here are the pictures with minimal narration. One of my favorite road signs. I'm as giddy as a little school boy! Another one of my favorite road signs. And some beatiful road side decorations! One of this story's heroes, my dad. Over 60 years of age, but still kickin' ass and takin' names! Water crossing? Yes please! Attempting to get artsy. Pause for a little nature break. Ahhh....love those golden rays of sunshine! Riding the ridge line! We came across mud puddles of varying sizes. And on a few occasions, it got a little rocky! This spot was particularly tricky. Pictures never do it justice, but trust me, it had its issues. Videos from this spot will follow. Close up of the tricky top part. Looking back down from the top. Can you see our bikes at the bottom of the climb? They're in the near dead center of the pictures. Another deep mud hole! The conquering heroes, up on top of Flag Pole! More rockin' and rollin'! By this point in time, the sun was starting to go down and we had yet to reach the Dunkle Hollow turn off to head back down. In our hurry we had a little snaffu. In the following picture I (being in the lead) stalled out in the middle of the trail, near the bottom of the picture. My dad was coming up behind and I flagged him to keep going and go around me. He went by me on the right, then went sharp to the left before cutting back to the right hand side of the trail and slowed down to much and fell over with his bike across the trail about 8 feet in front of me. Here we are after I got my bike started back up and off to the side of the trail, and helped my dad pick up his bike where it had fallen. Luckily no one was injured, but the right side hand guard and the rear turn signal on his bike suffered the consequences. Sorry, I didn't get a picture of the bike taking a dirt nap, but here's the broken hand guard piece! Well, all this means is that we really had a good time! Onwards! Going down Dunkle Hollow. Arriving down at Skidmore Fork. The resevoir at Skidmore Fork. And finally back on 33, time to rejoin the cagers! Atleast we got to enjoy some nice curved pavement. About 15/20 minutes later the sunset set, and we still had a little over an hour to get home. We made it home around 7:00pm, temp outside was about 50. We were a little cold, but both had some big, shit-eatin' grins on our faces! Mission accomplished!