Look for a t.i.t.s. ride up that way here before too long:thumbsup:
You must not be from around here.I'm tired of the rain schedule. 5pm... 4pm... 6pm... every damned day
Did you start from the high school last night? In a white car, IIRC? If so, I was the group that was there in the lot having just finished, with the golden retriever. We looked at you a little weird, like "huh, he's leaving now?"EmTee said:I started west mag around 8:15pm--it takes a little while to get there, you know--and then stayed out until about 11pm. Lights worked like a champ. Silly bright. Brought an extra, bright LED pocket light just in case (I did build the headlights, you know, and well, I don't trust me that much). I also brought the 4" folding knife on the waistband of my ghetto-capri-ified sweatpants so I could at least take a stab at the over-the-shoulder...stab... in the chance that it might dissuade a large kitty. It occurred to me that if it dragged me far enough, said "pants" might be off... how humiliating of a way to go would that be?
...and West Mag is a maze at night. Everything looks like everything else. I missed the turnout for the car about 3 times, enjoyed a bit more biking than I intended, but the batteries held out.
Puddles? Oh yes. (Did ride through the middle, felt like some deep ruts were being laid down though). But root canal seemed mostly dry. Lookout as well. The puddles were usually right near the campgrounds.
Paging Lyle Crumbstrom..... Lyle Crumbstrom..... please pick up a white courtesy telephone.topmounter said:I also have this wild fantasy that if I get attacked by a mountain lion, I'm going to be able to pull out my knife and stab it in the face