Having my fill of sport bikes and cruisers for the year, I gathered up the crew, Makman and Crashman, and headed for some dirt that Not2Fast had introduced me to a few weeks back. I don't know who that guy on the cruiser was, but he was welcome to join us. Self portrait. Seems we lost the cruiser guy when we turned before we hit the dirt. Crashman1400. Makman. I don't know where they were going, but I hope it was to a fire and not a biker accident. We stopped for gas and Makman had to split off. I had some notes for where to go, that we actually followed for a while. I thought I had taken more pictures, but I guess I was busy riding. Crashman1400 and I got on this great dirt road through Swatara State Park. We came across this cool old bridge, which was closed to all motorized vehicles of course. Here's Crashman making a monkey out of himself. It's hard to make out, but the sign says that the bridge was constructed in 1878. Goldmine Road, it's got to be good, right? YES! So, we're riding along, according to the "PLAN", when we pass something resembling a dirt road, and then another. I pull over and ask Crashman what he thinks. "Let's check it out!" Check it out we did! In fact, we spent much of the rest of our day back there. I just got another new camera (that's a different story) and haven't figured out the best "action" setting yet, so I got some blurry pictures, but they're still worth looking at. I talked Crashman into going up this knarly looking hill. Little did we know that the trail just looped right back down to the one that we had been on. Since had I gone first, I had to loop around again to get my picture taken. I managed to get stuck while hamming it up, doh. Honest, it was a nasty little downhill. This was a big, long, supernasty, downhill. We went the other way, besides, I prefer going up. More shots of us. It doesn't look like a nasty uphill, but it sure was. We managed to find many dead end trails. This was one of them. Rocky uphills don't bother Crashman. Bring it on! More trail pictures. It had to happen. I'm just glad it wasn't me. Trail shots. This trail was disappearing, and after a some investigation, we found that it did indeed disappear. We had a real hard time getting my bike turned around. I'm not sure what I would have done if I were alone. It's time for a little goofing off. I couldn't talk Crashman into following me down this little hill. We did some more exploring and finding dead ends. It was hot, we were getting tired, and we decided to call it a day. Last shot.