Much in the same way Gilligan & friends showed the world how something seemingly uncomplicated as a three-hour tour can become dire, the past 48-hours or so showed how a simple overnight ride can serve up a whole lot more than the participants bargained for. The ride was a typical ”hey, let’s check this road out” trip … despite GPS & forest service maps, the adventure really did begin when things stopped going as planned. I started out by replacing the chain on the 950 the day before… It started out tranquil enough. DJ all suited up, met wageslave (who was only going out for the day). In the short span of time it took them to reach us, I understand WageS had a couple adventures … I’ll have to let DJ explain that as he was the only witness… After DJ & WS had their little “warm up” run, we all met at Irv Seaver & planned on starting the ride from there. Happened to run into this guy there as well: My first time meeting the man himself. Right off I can see how he manages to get in & out of the places he does…seems like the most personable guy on the planet. Black Belt(s)? in martial arts doesn’t hurt either … After hanging around Irv Seaver for a bit, we hit the road, and right away, hit the traffic: My view from the median of the freeway offramp provided the last shot Eventually we got offroad out near Beaumont and went searching for some trails, but they all pretty much dead-ended, forcing us to improvise. The views were nice though. While DJ & I consulted the map, WageSlave decided to go & get into some trouble… No audio unfortunately … otherwise you could have heard DustJunkie yelling, ”don’t pick it up yet” as I was pulling out my camera… It was shortly after this that WageSlave had to bail out. We were heading into the unknown & we pretty sure we wouldn’t be off the trail by dark. Bike #1 gone … not serious, but might as well start the count someplace … I stopped & when the pause got to long between riders, started back … Turns out I had blown by one of the turns in the trail. We were on a fireroad, and DJ’s map showed this other line off to the right as being a trail. 1st part of the trail wasn’t so bad … a little rocky, but just a slow roll down the thing. Then it got steeper: Before long, the dirtbike tracks we had seen at first stopped … far to steep at this point to turn around, so we continued on… Note dustjunkie & salcar in the background: I was waiting parked at the edge of the next drop. Trail goes down to the left & you can see the twisty line in the background we’re aiming for. Time to work on braking technique: It was a little rock on this hill … and they were ALL loose. Some of them didn’t want us to leave… So the carnage begins… So let it continue… My bike sitting on the edge of the next drop in the distance: DustJunkie stopped … notice the rock that kicked loose & rolled under to highside his skidplate… No worries… Once I started down that drop pictured earlier, there wasn’t any stopping until I hit the bottom … no pics sorry. I got to the bottom of the hill only to find a brief flat spot & realize… We have to climb out. Turns out it wasn’t as bad as it looked … just don’t let off the throttle until you’re past the top. Looking back I got a good view of what I’d just come down … & what DJ & Salcar are still coming down (visible in the photos if you look closely – dead center, about 2/3 up in the photo) Trail on the left side of the panorama: This is where I shot the pic above of the climb out. Took this photo from the top of that same climb. Drop into this & use the speed to carry you up the other side. Dustjunkie getting silly on the 1150: Up the other side: From there is was a rutted fireroad out to about 2 miles of pavement. By the time we hit the bottom of the hill it was pretty much dark. From there we hooked up with the “Hixson Trail”. Started out as a tight, rocky singletrack. After what we had done, this was a break – even in the dark. The “relaxation” didn’t last long however. Using logs to help fill up a rut: Didn’t keep the cylinder heads out of trouble though… It wasn’t all that was getting into trouble… DustJunkie was cold… So we split for camp… Rolled in & got setup by sometime after midnight. Sitting around making dinner we were all discussing how mellow by comparison we figured the ride tomorrow would be… …if only we’d known.