We awoke sunburned, tired, and sore. Perfect day to go big. On tap: A loop of Grafton then another over at Little Creek.
The dirt road climb unwound itself in less than an hour, then we turned onto chunky singletrack and painted on grins for several miles. Mid-descent (at high speed) we both heard a very loud, very striking noise in our right ears. Took a bit to figure out what it was.
Note to self.
My virgin voyage on Grafton will not be my last. Very diverse trail, with multiple ways to make a guy pucker.
Not much feeling (in the pics) of the exposure. But it's there!
Doc musta hit this one a dozen times, each time a little smoother than the last.
That ( ^^^ ) one didn't speak to me as much as this one, for some reason...
Again, with more speed.
Hmmmm... what's this?
On a recent trip to Whistler, Doc (apparently) got a lobotomy switch installed. Musta been the cheap Canadian currency what done it...
Lunch at the Apple Valley Megaplex preceded a toodle over to Little Creek Mesa. I was borderline adrenalined out after the AM ride, so the slightly mellower flavor of the PM tour was OK by me.
As with any trip to LCM, we got turned around and confuseled, but enjoyed the scenery regardless.
Lots of 'edge riding' and lots of wind made for a few tense moments in an otherwise relaxing evening.
We rolled back to the trailhead at dark thirty, exhausted, stinking, and ready for rest. One day to go...