I actually got to ride TWO days this last week. They weren't terribly long rides, or not long enough anyway. And there was a Husqvarna involved on one of the days. Poor Trajan the TE doesn't get out enough these day, so little in fact that his battery is finally getting weak. So I had to kickstart him. But luckily, as we all know Husqvarnas are simple to light up by boot. Saturday found me, the TE and his worn out tires out at Corral Canyon for a couple of fun filled hours. I got to try out some new riding pants too. It was a fine afternoon on the trails.
The evening before the ride.
My new riding duds. This is the first pair of Klim pants that I have bought....and probably the last brand of anything else I will buy (unless they say Husqvarna on them). Nothing fits or works better.
Late spring blooms along Bronco Flats trail.
A view of the valley from the the trail that used be called "beehive".
Beehive was and is a very steep trail in places. Here, I was sliding, stalled and slid to a stop right in front of another wild flower photo op.
Good old trail #4.
Sunday found me picking the green slug for my dualsport adventure, since poor Bailey The KLX hadn't seen any action since January. And his fork seals were weeping. But what the heck, I decided to do a Laguna Mountain loop with lunch in Julian at my favorite place Apple Alley. I forgot to check my gas tank before starting the ride. A mile or so out I took a peek and misjudged that I had a half a tank....plenty to get to Julian on. 12 miles later on top of the ridge on Deerpark road (a glorified two track), the bike quit running. Whoops, I guess I guessed wrong. I could turn around now, but there was too much dirt to go back on. If I ran out of my reserve in the dirt, I might not see anybody else for a long time. If I continued on, at least a somewhat major piece of blacktop highway was only two miles ahead. So, I continued on.....and on. There were some tense moments as the miles rolled by on the odometer, but I arrived at the mountain gas station in Julian with a whole cup of fuel to spare. Whew! With Bailey fueled up and and myself filled with a yummy sammich I prepared for the return leg of my journey. A nice ride back with nothing out of the ordinary to report.
Old Pine Valley Creek bridge
Lake Cuyamaca
Sunrise Highway
The desert view from the highway
These little signs seem to adorn every locked gate in the local mountains.
The evening before the ride.
My new riding duds. This is the first pair of Klim pants that I have bought....and probably the last brand of anything else I will buy (unless they say Husqvarna on them). Nothing fits or works better.
Late spring blooms along Bronco Flats trail.
A view of the valley from the the trail that used be called "beehive".
Beehive was and is a very steep trail in places. Here, I was sliding, stalled and slid to a stop right in front of another wild flower photo op.
Good old trail #4.
Sunday found me picking the green slug for my dualsport adventure, since poor Bailey The KLX hadn't seen any action since January. And his fork seals were weeping. But what the heck, I decided to do a Laguna Mountain loop with lunch in Julian at my favorite place Apple Alley. I forgot to check my gas tank before starting the ride. A mile or so out I took a peek and misjudged that I had a half a tank....plenty to get to Julian on. 12 miles later on top of the ridge on Deerpark road (a glorified two track), the bike quit running. Whoops, I guess I guessed wrong. I could turn around now, but there was too much dirt to go back on. If I ran out of my reserve in the dirt, I might not see anybody else for a long time. If I continued on, at least a somewhat major piece of blacktop highway was only two miles ahead. So, I continued on.....and on. There were some tense moments as the miles rolled by on the odometer, but I arrived at the mountain gas station in Julian with a whole cup of fuel to spare. Whew! With Bailey fueled up and and myself filled with a yummy sammich I prepared for the return leg of my journey. A nice ride back with nothing out of the ordinary to report.
Old Pine Valley Creek bridge
Lake Cuyamaca
Sunrise Highway
The desert view from the highway
These little signs seem to adorn every locked gate in the local mountains.
