The bail out was set at 3pm. We told folks if you hit 3pm and you arent past this point start to head to the campground. I arrived at 4:30 thinking the place would be packed. It was raining for half the day, the trails were slick...surely many folks called it a quick one and headed to get dry and have a pint. Nope, just me :huh There was Naomi (Beer Goddess) and one other fellow there who didnt have knobby tires and that was it, oh ya and a buddy of mine who drove a van up just to enjoy some brews with the crowd.
Hmmm.....for the next three hours or so I was very nervous. Folks started coming in with stories of drowned bikes. Not bike but drowned bikes. Corey comes in and says it turning into a gong show. he explains the water crossing is too high. He made it across but the next 5? bikes behind him sunk and he spent two hours driaing floats, etc only to see more coming at it like lemmings so he got out while he could and powered in to the campground. Crap! Do I head back (an hour away) and bring beers ? All of a sudden reports started coming in form others who were arriving that all bikes got going again :clap When you put a route together and unleash it you hope for the best as you cannot control certain elements of it, that being said I was wondering if I was going to get lynched that night in my sleep :wink:
Cooked some grub and we sat around some campfires into the wee hours telling stories that kept getting better with each beer we consumed. The bottles of whiskey that started to get passed around perhpas put me over the edge and into a deep sleep :1drink
I bet I didnt feel as bad as this fellow in the morning :rofl
All in all Day One was a good one I think. The campground was alright, everyone seemed stoked and happy, the rain hel off for the evening which made for some quality campfire time :freaky
Notable mention was Nolan. He was with Corey and company and when they turned in he rode on with the intent to finish the route. Showing up well after dark at the campsite and....I'll let him tell his own tale :lurk
Hmmm.....for the next three hours or so I was very nervous. Folks started coming in with stories of drowned bikes. Not bike but drowned bikes. Corey comes in and says it turning into a gong show. he explains the water crossing is too high. He made it across but the next 5? bikes behind him sunk and he spent two hours driaing floats, etc only to see more coming at it like lemmings so he got out while he could and powered in to the campground. Crap! Do I head back (an hour away) and bring beers ? All of a sudden reports started coming in form others who were arriving that all bikes got going again :clap When you put a route together and unleash it you hope for the best as you cannot control certain elements of it, that being said I was wondering if I was going to get lynched that night in my sleep :wink:
Cooked some grub and we sat around some campfires into the wee hours telling stories that kept getting better with each beer we consumed. The bottles of whiskey that started to get passed around perhpas put me over the edge and into a deep sleep :1drink
I bet I didnt feel as bad as this fellow in the morning :rofl
All in all Day One was a good one I think. The campground was alright, everyone seemed stoked and happy, the rain hel off for the evening which made for some quality campfire time :freaky
Notable mention was Nolan. He was with Corey and company and when they turned in he rode on with the intent to finish the route. Showing up well after dark at the campsite and....I'll let him tell his own tale :lurk