The day called for rain and we woke to cool temps and gray skies. The pain in my neck was less and my shoulder now felt fine but I was being a bit lazy getting ready. Rich was ready an hour before me. A dick move on my part but the riding would more than make up for my piss poor attitude towards punctuality. The trails today would be almost exclusively single track! That bench-cut going up that ridge is the trail on our route. shortly after this first turn to the right the trail goes straight into a rocky and steep climb with several switchbacks. Good morning!! A short breather before continuing. I was still in a bit of a shit mood from the day before , something that Rich didn't let slide. There's a reason we're friends and one of the major factors is that neither of us will hesitate to call the other one out on his bullshit. Todays was my turn to suck it up and change my attitude. Lots of fell trees. You can tell that the end of the riding season is approaching as these trails look like they haven't seen moto traffic in weeks. Today would really challenge me. It's not that the riding was that hard but I haven't run bench cuts in many years. There were many places along this route where one side of the bike was against a wall and the other side , a steep and very long fall with nowhere to put your outside foot if you screw up. At one point my adrenaline had me set at def-con 1 and I decided to stop and catch my breath. Bad freakin' idea!! I had stopped by leaning my right shoulder and bar on a rock outcropping that stuck out of the embankment because I had nowhere to put my left foot (just air underneath). Well, the stop wasn't so bad but getting moving again took some real doing. I couldn't really get either foot down and there was no really good way to right the bike while simultaneously getting speed before the rocky ledge just ahead of me. I sort of shoved off with my elbow while gassing/clutching it. I got just enough speed to get upright before my front wheel was at the ledge. A yank on the bars while hoisting myself into a standing position got the front wheel up just in time and I went right over..."DON"T LOOK DOWN!! " I had to consciously yell at myself. A short while later and the trail widened enough for a proper break. We had a couple more interesting bits of bench cut including a spot where the trail had been washed away by the storm earlier in the week. The only line through was to go slightly up the steep ridge which the bench was cut from and use a small rock outcropping as a bridge of sort. I probably wouldn't have thought much of it on my dirtbike but aboard a dualsport with 30 lbs of gear it became some interesting stuff. Exploring some ruins off the trail.