Saturday, January 25, 2014




Loop ~ 53 miles

Trail boss -  Dave
Riders – John , Al ,Gary, Chris ,Butch

Photos- Dave, Butch , John

Had breakfast at the YBar. Side walks were dry !







When we parked at Dead Cow it was in the mid 20’s with a light fog & low clouds.
I should of dressed warmer – fleece vest and warmer pants.

We took took off across the wash.  Gary grabbed too much throttle and looped out his bike about a 100 yards from the truck. He had an awkward hit  but was ok.

On the other side of the ridge we rode on single track that’s never been raced. It was fun but because of the fog I never could get my bearings. We popped out on the Oreana Cuttoff.

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Al threatening a double dog dare.


We took some washes toward Doyle Mountain. Decided to get out of the whoops and take a direct path to the Birch Creek canyon. Crossing a little gully I hung up on a sage bush and dropped my bike. When I got going again they were out of sight and I lost their trail. Spent the next few minutes trying to find were they dropped in the canyon.
Never did. I followed a small wash and saw “ them” heading back south . Caught up but it was another group.

I rode back north and followed a wash into the canyon. I rode the trail up the canyon to an intersection with a main trail. No fresh tracks on the way so I back tracked down the canyon. I eventually met Chris. We waited for everyone to to gather up.





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Doyle cabin. Damn it was cold.

From the cabin we rode up the south face of Doyle Mountain and finally broke through the clouds !


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The sun was fantastic ! I finally thawed my water hose by draping the hose over the radiator.


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Doyle mountain trail summit looking west toward Triangle.  We rode down to the single track that heads toward Hog Pen.


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Staring down into the Abyss .

Riding the the deep freeze back toward Dead Cow.

We were riding washes toward the Oreana Cut Off road often riding outside the wash to avoid whoops.
You have to watch for G-outs.  Gary slammed into a square edge of one, hitting his tank and even rolling his handle bars forward. He was jacked up pretty good but was able to ride out and take the road back to the trucks.

Dave, Butch and I rode some trails and washes back to try to maintain some body heat. It didn’t work.

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