John, a younger and far better motorcyclist showed up in the driveway ready to head into the National Forest. John had 25 miles off rugged stoney, rutted roads plotted for us to conquer. To the amazement of Kadizzle we made it without one wreck. On the last part of the trip we were going up one of the worst bolder strewn roads. What? A totally inappropriate car was coming down. A woman was driving and a man was in the passenger seat as they destroyed their car. What were they thinking? On two motorcycles designed for the worst possible conditions we were struggling and these dingers were going to do it in a SUV ? We did stop at a couple of old gold mines. No gold.
In today's crowed world it is nice to know there still is a vast wilderness, and the Forest Service is trying to protect it.
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