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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by Gaston Gagne, Aug 29, 2010.
Layla and I went bicycling.
The next day, Lucky and I did a Maple Sally run.
Tuesday evening Back Irish Creek shenanigans.
I rode 1A, 2, 1B, 9, 10 last night, but no photos. Brown is in nice shape right now.
Today we found the connection we've been seeking for some time.
The Smoky Mountains.
An inmate had told me that you could connect point A to point B. Some recently chainsawed logs suggested that someone would invest some effort into connecting point A to point B. We ran the numbers, and we say, "Yes, you can connect point A to point B." Thanks. We cleared some trail.
DC came over with his new CRF450L. We ran around Brown Mountain after work.
That seems like a very nice motorcycle, and he seems happy with it.
I don't recommend this track.
I saw my first bear of the year. Be careful out there.
Utah, always a good time.
I don't remember the name of this area. It's just north of I-70 on 6/191.
Poison Spider Mesa is hard and stuff.
I gotta get back there one day.....
Another day on motorcycles in Utah.
This was a short side trip. That plane dropped white dust on us. We tried to get out ahead of it.
Piston Pants made this look easy. Note the scratch marks. More dust dropped on us.
He made this look easy, too.
OK, now we're talking. Sovereign Trail.
The next day we did bicycles at North Klondike Bluff. Super nice trails. Thanks to Layla for letting me use her arm protectors.
That's it for Utah. Thanks to our hosts and to Piston Pants!
May the fourth be with you. We found the connector.
And then some.
The Colombia trip cut into my vacation time for Rick's Rendezvous. I still got a Thursday ride in spite of it all.
Chain maintenance and then on to Murphy!
Friday, we rode right across the street from the campground. My odometer said 12 miles, and it took me 6 hours. That 12 miles is even exaggerated because there were a number of hills that I had to take 4, 5, 6, and more runs at.
This guy is a woods ninja.
My new bike isn't new any more after Friday. I stll like it a lot.
Saturday at Rick's Rendezvous. After yesterday, I'm nervous, but I got to the top of Sled Runner without any pushing.
Here is @400psi blasting up it.
Cherokee County ESL Department
We did an out and back on 82. Are you listening Pablo?
Another gratuitous run up and down Sled Runner.
Sunday, I got a nice tour from C. That fellow does his homework. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my camera in the morning, so you have to take my word for it. We did a nice tour along the state line reminiscent of Caney Fork. Dirty, nasty jeeping.
I bagged another bear this evening. 120 pounder that wanted to get as good a look at me as I wanted to get at her.
Lucky puchased a 350 KTM.
We did a local shake down run.
He took it out to Hot Springs, I promise. My computer deleted the photos. I don't know what happened, but you will have to take my word for it. It was staggering around the ring with blood running down into its eyes before we ran the sword between its shoulder blades. Fun stuff.
Busy summer. We got out of school and off to Utah again. The motorcycling was interrupted by a float trip down the Salmon River with our friends.
I believe this area is referred to as Eagle Mountain.
We picked up the raft and had to figure out how it got put together.
While we were out at Eagle Mountain, I let my toes dangle down below the foot peg. Ouch. It should be OK for the river trip. It did however send swelling messages to my old injury, so that swelled up as well.
Layla laid down some sweet, smooth lines out there.
Idahoans are dedicated to braaap.
If you ever get the chance to float the Main Salmon, do it. Now before I get in trouble with too much boat, back to motos.
Immediately after the above picture was taken, I hit a joust stick with my left foot. At first I thought the stick punctured my boot and impaled my foot. Not that bad, but it did hit my foot hard enough that it broke my skin and took a long time to heal. Damn, this trip is tough on the feet.
I think we parked at Hobble Creek the next day.
We connected to 009, which we rode a few years ago. Sweet trail. As you can see, the flowers were up to the task.
One more day of riding. "I mean, if you're up for it." Stansbury Front this time. I had seen much about this trail.
This place is very interesting. You park in the desert, and 20 minutes of riding brings you to cool, dark forests. There was still snow melting making for some mud.
Thanks to our friends in Salt Lake City for their unbelievable hospitality.
This ride was right before the Utah trip. I met up with an inmate for two days of riding.
This run is going to need some work. It is super grown over.
Good times! Thanks for coming out! We got some trail work done. One issue we cleared up was reported to me later.
One more trip before we take off on the road. This stupid log wasn't here the week before. Turning around wasn't that fun. Getting a saw here won't be easy. I have also heard rumors that this rocky stretch is grievously eroded.
Some local trail work. The good news is that someone else is doing trail work out here. Cheers!
Note the cut tree in the background. Nice work!
I think I rode by myself the next day.
Layla and I loaded up the rig and headed to Shenandoah Mountain. She finally agreed to go.
Two days of bicycling. Then it was time to moto. I didn't get to do the full Shenandoah tour because we had to be in Delaware that evening.
An early start. The corn in Virginia looks very healthy.
Tough Run is back in business.
I made my appointed meeting time with Layla in Mount Jackson. We hauled ass to Delaware. Then to the beach. 22 mile greenway ride out to Cape Henlopen. We fueled up at Pascualini's bakery.
Back to school sales in Scranton, PA.
The germ of this whole trip was the "dual sport" in Hancock, NY. It is not a dual sport. It is strenuous woods riding through beautiful forests in the upper Delaware River area.
If you ever get the opportunity to dine at the Rainbow Lodge in Walton, NY, do it.
Let's get it on!
One of the namesake quarries. How the hell did they get the stone out of here? It was hard on a motorcycle.
Trail rating: diggety.
Run, bike! Run!
I felt I little like you last week.
But not as bad!
dang your having a good summer
& for the bear
Sorry, school started, and it is NUTS. The squirrels would love it.
Back to the trip. I'm about to hit the trifecta: Shenandoah, Hancock, and Bald Eagle.
We set up shop at Poe Valley State Park. it's on like Donkey Kong right out of camp.
First bad weather on the trip. We got pummeled by thunderstorms over night, so the big bicycle ride will wait a day. This moves 7 mountains up a day.
They have fashioned some groomers over on the west end. Some of the old stuff is still there, but now it's not quite what it was. My perception of this area may be skewed by starting over on the east end.
I didn't bag all 7 mountains this time. Next time. Still I got 70 miles in.
The big bicycle ride on the agenda was Cooper's Gap. All I can say is, "Wow." 25 miles, and most of it was singletrack. Beautiful country.
We pulled out of Poe Valley and headed to Accident, Maryland. 20 minutes after unloading, I found some sweet back roads in West Virginia.
The next day, we hit up Savage River State Forest in Maryland. Some cool snowmobile trails and powerline riding.
So that is it for the big summer trip.
A friend drove down VA 16 on Thursday and reported a healthy snow. Cold temperatures predicted, so I loaded up Saturday morning for Troutdale.
This spot was the only blow down I had to deal with, and I got it moved without a saw.
31 miles to US 21. The Little Dry Run section SUCKED. The sweet trail improvements are gone. Nature laughs. I kept my feet dry.
I skipped the Little Dry Run section and headed from Speedwell to Camp, where I picked up Hale Lake Road. I got first tracks on that one, too.
Back on the VHHT for 20 miles of pow, pow pow pow, pow pow! Be sure to blow out all the candles and make a wish because today is your special day.