A little late joining the comments party......
What an awesome weekend!
Just so you folks know, this weekend was as much about unwinding and relaxing as it was about riding for me. I was just as happy sittin' by the campfire with friends and a brew in my hand as I was cruisin' on the trails.
My son Tony and I showed much later than expected on Friday, and everybody there was helpful in getting me set up and unloaded. Denn was on the spot helping me back up the trailer, get levelled and unhitched. Thanks bro!
Since it was already evening when I got my camp all sorted out, there was some time for a few brews and gettin' to know the crew before I started planning dinner for me and my son. I was having a hard time keeping the charcoal going for the grill due to the wind, so thanks to Thumpage and Denn10, dinner turned out to be a potluck chili that included ground turkey, venison sausage, a few cans of beans and other goodies that we each had brought along. Turned out being some pretty good stuff.
Though I understand it may have wreaked a little havoc with some poor unsuspecting individuals digestive system. Thumpage, Denn, me, and my son lived through it, though I think the walls of my trailer expanded a little by morning.
Sat morning I spent some time working on my forks before I ever through a leg over the bike. We all headed for the Husky Memorial about 10am (I think).
I left my camera at camp and shared my sons to shoot some pics. I wish I had taken more "action" shots, but we were always on the go and never really stopped to catch people actually riding. Here's a few pics from the ride to the Memorial...
The ride to the Memorial was pretty much a cake walk, not technical at all. Awesome fire road trails that gave us all an opportunity to open up the bikes and enjoy the ride.
Once we got to the Memorial we all walked around and stretched our legs for a bit and took some more pics.....Me and my son TonyDenn returning from scouting a trail
The ride back to camp from the Memorial was about 15 miles, and I'd say that about five solid continuos miles were all whoops starting about a mile after we left the Memorial. My legs are still feeling it.
It was still a great ride and I had a grin from ear to ear the whole time. I stuffed my front wheel
into a bush while tackling the whooped out trail in some loose sand, but that's the closest I came to ditching my bike.
After we got back to camp it was all about lunch, beer, relaxing, more beer, some brownies and MRE's, and more beer.
Not before we gathered for a pic in front of Old Glory, though. **Due to technical maladies, this is the best shot I could salvage**
Eventually somebody pointed out that the bikes were quietly planning a mutiny if we didn't give them another workout, so we got ready to head out towards one of the radar towers.
Unfortunately, I managed to to hit a square edged hole or a rock pretty hard and flattened my tire and dinged up my rim.
Since the bike was acting pretty squirrelly at low speeds, I decided to return to camp. Thank you to everyone for watchin' out for my son on the rest of the ride while I returned to base.
Here are some pics from the abandoned building.....My flat tire!Denn burnin' some rubber!
Coolidge and I cruised back to camp after the abandoned building. Since it was getting dark, I decided not to mess with replacing the tube because I was going to spend Sunday shooting before packing it in to leave by 1 or 2pm.
Sunday morning was all about breakfast and getting packed up before heading into the foothills for blasting some ammo....Agent2 and me blastin' some caps, yo!My son crackin' off a fewAgent2 sending lead down range.