A group of us was riding during the summer. We got turned around and ended up out on the trail a lot longer than expected. We had all run out of water and everyone was pretty uneasy. Anyway, we finally figured out where we were and we were making our way back. One of the guys started freaking out and tore all his gear off. Said he was going to burn up. Anyway, he stripped down to his underwear and rode it back into to town like that. Sooooo freaking funny.
Another time we got lost and one of the guys broke down crying blabbering that we were going to die. Had to scream at him to get it together. Pretty wild.
Most recently, we went down an old trail that no one had ridden in years. Initially it was a super steep descent almost straight down with major drop offs and boulders. So we ride for half the day on this overgrown trail that is hard to even follow when it comes to a point where we lose the trail and cannot find a way to keep going. We have no choice but to go back the way we came but I knew there was no way we were going to make it back up that initial descent. We get back to the hill and it's going to be dark in less than an hour. We try over and over and can't even get up the first 20 yards and this is about one mile straight up to get to the top. We have no choice but to leave the bikes and hike out. We're at over 7,000 feet elevation and we all live at sea level. We kind of split up, each of us doing our best to make it up. I was alone, second one of the four of us hiking up. It got to be pitch dark. There were a few times I stopped and lay down in a fetal position resting. My legs were burning and my face was numb from lack of oxygen. We finally all get to the top of the trail and flag down a truck. Guy gives us a ride the 2 hours back to our staging area. Fun times!
Edited by 4Sevens, January 13, 2017 - 08:28 AM.