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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by DR. Rock, May 23, 2008.
We had a mascot for this one. Lent by our niece Caileanna... "Monkey in a tree", and a new t-shirt (for me, not aunt Francine):
Friday 9-9-11, the flight was uneventful... Bags weighed in well under the new airline limit. We had a layover somewhere where we could drink beer... Denver, maybe?
and before we knew it, we were in Edmonton,
and despite the late hour, we were graciously picked up from the airport by Dave and Wanitta !
Despite being post-call, and a long day traveling, we woke early, and started bike prep. Our goal was to have wheels rolling by mid-day. If you recall, we'd done a bunch of maintenance at the end of M7, and all we had to do were a few minor projects, and pack.
Wanitta served as the official Mobius seamstress, reinforcing LDF's sweetcheeks, and as a bonus cooked a killer breakfast for the intrepid travellers.
Yum and thanks!!
would be riding with us for a few days. Dave on a DR650 that he's prepping for a run to Tierra Del Fuego, and Ron on a KTM950.
We spent some time syncing and connecting four Scala units which would enable us to speak.
Unfortunately, each unit can only connect with at most two others. Since we'd be four, you do the math... we'd be playing a bit of phone-tag to communicate a message across the board, but in the end it worked out fine.
would take us a bit south, and then due west of Edmonton, into the foothills of the Rockies:
Here's what the elevation looked like:
A bit of a climb. We didn't really have a specific destination, but anticipated that if we rode far enough towards the mountains, that there'd be some opportunity to camp. The weather was looking grand, so we departed with not much of a worry.
I have to introduce the single greatest dirt bike upgrade, EVER.
Admit it. You're jealous already.
a few miles of pavement...
but soon found some gravel. Yeah, straight, easy, traversing farmland, but a great way to get back in tune with the bikes.
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Always the trend-setter, eh. Someday I'll have cool tassels, too. Ride on Mobius
melted underneath us.
Dave was having some GPS issues, so I took the lead. We spread out on accounta the dust.
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A coupla dead ends necessitating easy re-routes, but it was all on a grid for the most part. High speed fun.
Ron, and Dave:
It's easier than you think. I guarantee you'll have no regrets. Once you ride a dirtbike with tassels, there's no looking back.
Ron didn't have a camelbak, and called for a rest to rehydrate.
Hey Ron, did santa bring you a drinkbag of some sort? Truth be told, we all could use the stretch:
Photo-op with Monkey in a tree,
Dave did a jig,
it's a Canadian thing.
Coolio, and they're vintage, too. (I wonder what that means?)
hell, even the men-folk, ran for safety as we rolled through Drayton Valley.
I think we gassed up if memory serves. But it was quickly back to the harvest:
liquid for bodies,
and bikes. In Cynthia we gassed up for I think the last time for a good long while, and picked up some vittles for dinner.
then back into the wilds. We started to get this creeping sensation that we were leaving the flats and entering the hills. It was a near perfect day, and I was slipping into... not the
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but The Mobius Zone
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I must object to crossing the Pembina "river" (sic).
since "na" means "river" in the Athabaskan languages,
technically I think we crossed the Pembina, or the Pembi river. But who am I, the grammar police?
What a perfect day!
trying to find a campground, got a little turned around. So we stopped and busted out the (gasp) paper maps. :eek1
and we were able to trace our route, and figure out where we were, and where we wanted to go, and we found a short(ish) cut, and eventually got to Elk River Rd (?) which got us to the campground:
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It was a great start to the ride.
and sipped adult beverages until night fell, and after hanging out at our awesome campfire, we turned in for the night to end a great start to M8!
Yay! more Mobius.
Looking forward to being glued to the computer
Hope you guys had a merry christmas and have a great new year!!
Sept. 11th. Never quite sure what to say. Life goes on, I guess. Here we are in the beautiful back country, cut off from all media. I woke up early and made this video:
"September 11th. We have no idea what's going on in the world. I don't think anyone else does either."
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The sun also rises,
and after the others were up, Ron shared this poem with us which he reads every Sept. 11th:
Amen to that.
+1 - Yea most of us will have some pretty un-productive first weeks back at work in 2012.