Our last dirt ride of the trip...kind of a sad occasion for us, knowing we probably wouldn't make it back down here til next year. Little did we know how sad it would be
Speakin' of sad, how do ya like that focus?
We were getting buzzed by kamikaze hummingbirds while watching the deer...
Eric's up in that saddle there...
What's he doing up there, you ask? Dealing with Mechanical Gremlin #7, that's what. He was trying to figure out where all the squeaking and squealing was coming from. The night before we heard a little noise while he was wheeling the bike around, sounded like squeaky brakes, but it was faint and not thought to be a big deal. No squeaks at all in the morning, no squeaks for the first 5 miles, then all screechy hell broke loose....
Turns out Eric's fairly new WR250 with 755 miles on it was losing the rear wheel bearings. He was not happy. We decided to tip-toe back to camp. He rode ahead while I goofed off and took photos...
Can you spot Eric way down there waiting for me? This a very steep section of Beach Trail that drops down into the Rattlesnake Creek drainage. There's only one switchback...
Heading for that one switchback...
Well, he couldn't have been too upset about his bearings, as he was still taking photos
We rode through the creek along the bottom of the drainage and then started the long climb back towards camp...
We'd left pretty early, and had only ridden about 12 miles or so, but we spent a lot of time futzing with Eric's WR and I was starting to feel the heat...
We returned from the ride, loaded up all the bikes and broke camp. We headed out towards the east and down to HWY 395. We'd been up at high elevation for almost 2 weeks straight, but down on 395 summer was in full swing. It was Friday afternoon and we didn't have to be back til Sunday.
Now, y'all didn't think this ride report was going to end without a few glimpses of my favorite thing, didja?
That's what I thought
Just a little bit more to come...
WoodsChick