So I'll just have to describe: Francine can be relied on to do two things when we ride together. 1. To miss a turn if it's either a jog (right then quick left... she'll miss the left), or a sharp turn off the main road which is continuing on straight. and 2. Stopping to size up an obviously difficult pitch, pick her line, say a prayer, whatever she is doing, she does NOT just dive in and hit the gas if it looks nasty up ahead. So I get to this point in the trail, where continuing on the road that we're on straight takes you up into the American Basin, and to get to Cinnamon Pass, you have to take a sharp, sharp right, up a set of obviously loose and difficult switchbacks. I expect to see her waiting here, or at least starting up the 1st switchback which you can see for what seems like a mile. Nothing. I turn off my engine and listen. Nothing. Shit. The only reason she wouldn't have been waiting for me here is if she missed this turn. Nah... maybe she's waiting just around the 1st switchback. Hmmm. Unlike when we got separated in Nova Scotia, there were a lot fewer options for getting lost here. She was either headed up the American Basin (dead-end), or up to Cinnamon Pass. I decided to try the pass first. I haul ass up the first and second switchback. There's not really a good place to stop until you're up a fair ways. But we always stop at the first opportunity to spot each other in case a bike needs to be picked up or something. No Francine. From the vantage point, I try to see if I can see or hear her. Nothing, but I do see some hikers camped along the trail going up into American basin. I gingerly ride back down, , and make my way up the trail into American Basin. It is beautiful in there, and I'm sorry I didn't take any photos, but I was freaking out a little. I stop and ask the hikers if they've seen another motorcycle ride past them here, (No), or up towards Cinnamon Pass... (Yeah, we saw a Yellow one just a little while ago)... "That was ME you numbskulls!!!" I say to myself. Hmmm. Where the frick could she be??? I ride into American Basin a little further, and there's a steep drop off into a deep water crossing, with a steep exit on the other side. I realize for sure she didn't come this way. I tear back up the switchbacks, and beyond, and there she is, having started to walk back down... tapping her foot, waiting for me as if I'm slacking or something. :ddog She photos me riding up and then tells me to ride up to where she parked. Where I photograph her walking back up. (see her down there?) We're both winded, and not making very good forward progress. But adventure bunny is psyched. It's beautiful up here.