After selecting the hiking shoe that least hurt the little toe on my left foot, I returned to the scene of the crime this morning to retrieve my Held gloves and waist support belt. In at 7:30, home by 9:30.
This photo explains why my wife and I hiked in a circle for more than an hour last Wednesday:
Following the proper path, it took only ~30 minutes to find my stuff, and I didn't even get my feet wet despite fording multiple streams.
Nasty, nasty road, way beyond the skill level of someone who has been riding off road for only ~1 year. After the fact, when I mentioned "Flatland Road," every local that I talked with said he would no longer ride that road because it was so torn up, After riding up stuff like this for ~1 hour, I was worn out:
By the time I reached this rooty section, I was walking alongside the bike when I slipped and tipped:
After getting the XT225 upright, Randy rode up this stretch, with me pushing for the first 100 feet or so:
The trail actually got worse from there:
Randy, bless his heart, rode through this section at midnight, something I wouldn't have had the confidence to do at high noon. 3' from tree trunk on the left to the hole of doom on the right, with very little margin for error:
All's well that ends well.