Here's some pics from a ride I did with a buddy about a week ago. We left Olympia, Wa and rode up to Lake Cushman. From there we circled the Olympic Mountains counter clockwise. We followed dirt roads for most of it from www.griptwister.com . Man, it was awesome. The route was incredible as well. Miles and miles of dirt roads into the back country. It was 751 miles from Oly roundtrip. The bike held up awesome. The only thing I plan to do is get some panniers. Oh yeah, and a new ass. Is that seat filled with concrete? I broke my ass on a Yamaha WR250r and my buddy on a BMW 800GS. Taking off from Lake Cushman we hit our first climb up into the hills over looking the south end of the Hood Canal. This was a couple hours later, on the east side of the mountians. We passed a couple nasty washouts, most of them marked pretty well. Yikes! Nothing better than a bonfire in the middle of nowhere after a full day of riding with another couple days of riding ahead. Somehow I forgot a cup. That means no coffee unless I get a cup somehow. Hey, that beercan looks like a good cup...... The next day was awesome. We rode up to Hurricane Ridge and found a little dirt road that dropped off the side. Ended up taking us back seven miles along the ridgeline. Unbelievable...... Sweeeeetttt!!!: Chillin Eventually the road ended and turned into a backpacking trail through a wilderness area the end of the road for us. We head further west into miles of forest. Crossing over a pass we hit rain. My buddy on the BMW flips on his heated handgrips and ducks behind his windshield. I couldn't find the button for the heated handgrips, or the one for the windshield. Damn its cold when you ride wet! Eventually we found a place to camp and build a bonfire. Man a wet sleeping bag sure is cold. The beast slept next to the fire Day three we head out to the coast, check out the Hoh Rainforest and then had back up into the hills above Lake Quinalt. Followed a road back into an amazing rainforest. Flying through the woods at sunset was one of those amazing moments. I said to my friend its like what I imagine doing heroin and skiing through four foot powder must feel like (not that I've done heroin!). We come out to an incredible river valley and set up camp. An awesome night of camping out under the stars other than some cougar who woke us in the middle of the night nearby. We woke to fog which burned off. Another day of riding till we hit the mother of all washouts. We backtrack and find out way up to Lake Kachess for lunch. Just enough time to vow to return and explore it (next week if all goes as planned). We head for home and get back dirty, smelly, and damn happy. Ride on!