So after CJ got a splash of gas at Little Stony we made a bee-line for camp. I didn't take too many photos of this part of the ride as we were on a mission. I did, however, stop long enough to ask Eric and CJ which way they wanted to go when we got down to the intersection at the Mill Creek crossing. CJ never hesitated and raced towards the creek. A few seconds later he was in the water! I've never seen anyone hoist up a 4-stroke out of the water so quickly! Seriously, I had no time to get my camera out! He'd hit a big submerged boulder and down he went.
Eric waded in to help and he managed to get the 450 started within a few minutes. He took it for a quick ride, as he'd been wanting to check one out for awhile.
We made it back without any further drama and my ICO said exactly 60 miles when we pulled into the Husky Compound
Glen relaxing on the Pleasure-Palace Patio...
The Flying Trash Can! I call him Brian, though...
No, CJ...it ain't gonna fit in your tent!
Eric preparing the evening conflagration...
And he did a fine job, as these fellows would probably agree...
Eric and Dean planning out the next day's ride...
Glen grilled up some antelope steaks he brought home from a hunting trip in Wyoming and they were super-tasty! I'd have eaten more of it if I hadn't been wrassling with a rib-eye steak sandwich of my own. Why does food always taste better outside? Anyway, we talked long into the night and hit the sack around midnight.
The next morning found us all lazily sitting around and talking while Brian fed us killer breakfast burritos with Italian sausages in them. That guy can cook like nobody's business! I invited myself to his house for some Mojave Desert riding and home-made pizza action
He actually said I could come, too!
CJ decided to pack it in and head back home for some sailing, but first he had a little project. Did I mention CJ is a BARF'er, too?
I know him from our local Bay Area Riders Forum...
Dean and Brian made plans to circumnavigate the Snow Mountain Wilderness while Eric and I decided to take a little ride of our own. We only took a few photos...
Can you spot the monument to the fallen Husky rider?
(dang...I look really short!!)
More to come...
Eric waded in to help and he managed to get the 450 started within a few minutes. He took it for a quick ride, as he'd been wanting to check one out for awhile.



We made it back without any further drama and my ICO said exactly 60 miles when we pulled into the Husky Compound

Glen relaxing on the Pleasure-Palace Patio...

The Flying Trash Can! I call him Brian, though...

No, CJ...it ain't gonna fit in your tent!

Eric preparing the evening conflagration...

And he did a fine job, as these fellows would probably agree...

Eric and Dean planning out the next day's ride...

Glen grilled up some antelope steaks he brought home from a hunting trip in Wyoming and they were super-tasty! I'd have eaten more of it if I hadn't been wrassling with a rib-eye steak sandwich of my own. Why does food always taste better outside? Anyway, we talked long into the night and hit the sack around midnight.
The next morning found us all lazily sitting around and talking while Brian fed us killer breakfast burritos with Italian sausages in them. That guy can cook like nobody's business! I invited myself to his house for some Mojave Desert riding and home-made pizza action

CJ decided to pack it in and head back home for some sailing, but first he had a little project. Did I mention CJ is a BARF'er, too?


Dean and Brian made plans to circumnavigate the Snow Mountain Wilderness while Eric and I decided to take a little ride of our own. We only took a few photos...

Can you spot the monument to the fallen Husky rider?

(dang...I look really short!!)

More to come...