The sun was out today, and I had a little adventure near my place.
The pics are of the Kodiak at the lower portion of the mountain. Afterwards I discovered a really challenging trail that was super long, narrow, steep, rocky with logs and a drop off on one side. It felt like it was make it or you don't get to go home, and my right ear started hurting from the rapid elevation change with ear plugs. I turned around about 3/4 up cause I started shaking after a near roll over where I had to turn near sideways to the fall line and did a stupid and stopped like that with me hanging off the up hill side. Luckily that little diff locked goat bit in and saved the day. The trip down was much easier than I expected with the engine doing most of the braking.
**** these handle good once you get used to the size and get on the throttle some.
Boy that brings back memories of some trips on the little 300 Brute Force where I'm hanging over the handlebars jus' prayin' that those back wheels keep on bitin' on some seriously steep stuff.
The part where you talk about having to stop cause you were shaking reminds me of a trip I took up a single track a few years ago on my Tw200 motorcycle.
It was really a walking/horse trail, but was open to motorcycles and I saw a video on YouTube with a 14 year old kid cruising up it with his dad. I did tell my wife where I was going, but went out riding alone again, not the smartest practice. Well the trail wasn't to steep, but the Butte (right at the California end of Applegate lake) that it winds up IS.
Well I get about (I don't know, 1/2, 1/3 of the way up? I haven't been to the top yet) prolly 2-3miles up this thing, after numerous peg scrapings where the trail was so danged narrow and multiple wide spots where I think "I could turn around nice and easy here." I find myself stopped on a narrow, off-cambered, uphill corner scared shitless and shaking! I stop, prop the bike somehow and take a break, drink some water, let my heartbeat get back to normal and my hands and arms stop shaking. Then I commence to try to turn the bike around 'cause I am DONE with this trail! It was sketchy, but I got the bike turned around without any mishaps and went back down the trail. All went well on the way back scratching pegs in the same narrow spots, until I proceeded to lay the bike down on the very last corner (ugh). No physical damage, (BarkBusters ROCK] but my pride took a bit of a hit (prolly not a bad thing really : )B).
I found a Bushcraft shelter up in the woods behind my house this weekend, near where I camped in the original post at a lower altitude. Was very interesting. There was a Cross like a gravemarker there with a fox racing baseball hat on top and motocross gloves where the cross meets and a metal recipe box at the bottom. I looked inside. Some 12 gauge shells and handgun shells of different caliber. All unfired and ready to shoot. I meant to leave a round myself out of respect. I will remember to next time. I took a short video there.
Here is the link:
https://youtu.be/wXZsFNgvtt8
