Climbing up this old Wagon road started easy, then got steeper and rockier and then snowed over. Hiiked over and around several 100 feet of snow to reach the apex. Fatbikes are made for snow, but they don't go up it too well.
This is the top, and the pic below is the fly down, or should I say crash
Started out at 5:30 a.m. and headed up the singletrack/former railroad bed zig zagging to the 4wd trail. Then I realized I left my pack in the car. Headed back and it wasn't even there. I had to hope that i left it at home. Drank my extra bottle of water and headed for the hills with my fanny pack. It had a power shot and a couple granola bars. With one water bottle I made it to the Waldorf Mine before taking a drink, then filled up again by a raging creek where the snowmelt made the water ice cold. The wagon trail turned into a rockpile then was covered by snow. I hiked around it and eventually got on the trail again, but not before another cornice blocked my way. This time I had to walk across the snow and over a jagged rock outcropping to reach the summit. It was worth it though. The way down, I tried to ride the white ice with my snow bike but quickly opted to dismount before crashing down the slope.
Ride free and wild!!!!
Baby, let the good times roll!!!
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