We found ourselves a good spot on the eastern slope of the rock, one that would be semi-sheltered from the wind, but also one that would provide us with some much-needed early-morning warmth from the rising sun. Max and I set up our tents while Mark and Eric rode back down to the lake to filter some water. The 1/8" of decomposed granite on top of solid granite slab would make for a nice comfy night's sleep...
Max found a pretty good spot, too...
Eric and Mark returning with 4 full Camelbak bladders...
Mark's home for the night...
Time to wander over to the west-facing slope to enjoy the sunset at a pre-existing fire ring...
Happy faces all around...
This First Quarter moon (in Saggitarius just in case you're keeping track) shone so brightly on the white granite, it looked more like the full moon does when in the city...
Dinner was kielbasa sausages on Grace Baking rustic baguettes with red wine...
We talked around the campfire long into the the night, all agreeing emphatically that this camp spot was the best one that any of us had ever experienced, on or off the bikes. We all felt really fortunate to be here, and I know that, for me anyway, I was reluctant to walk away from the fire and get into my tent because I just didn't want the evening to end. Tasty food, plentiful wine, excellent company, stellar views and a roaring campfire will do that to a girl. But, alas, end it did...and I slept like a baby
One more day of riding on the way


Max found a pretty good spot, too...

Eric and Mark returning with 4 full Camelbak bladders...

Mark's home for the night...

Time to wander over to the west-facing slope to enjoy the sunset at a pre-existing fire ring...

Happy faces all around...








This First Quarter moon (in Saggitarius just in case you're keeping track) shone so brightly on the white granite, it looked more like the full moon does when in the city...



Dinner was kielbasa sausages on Grace Baking rustic baguettes with red wine...

We talked around the campfire long into the the night, all agreeing emphatically that this camp spot was the best one that any of us had ever experienced, on or off the bikes. We all felt really fortunate to be here, and I know that, for me anyway, I was reluctant to walk away from the fire and get into my tent because I just didn't want the evening to end. Tasty food, plentiful wine, excellent company, stellar views and a roaring campfire will do that to a girl. But, alas, end it did...and I slept like a baby

One more day of riding on the way
