Exit day started out fantastic but ended with another mauling of our friend Paul. I found a way to grind coffee with a ball jar and a makeshift stake hammer (a branch). And I created this fantastic idea to ride to the next riding spot and have Mo drive the vehicle out. Our plan … the exit ride … or maybe officially the Brownback Gulch Ride to end our weekend.
And maybe we should of shuttled Paul to the top … but … continuing with my string of bad plans this weekend I figured he would like the massive climb to the top of the gulch. Bad idea. Afterwards my partner said once again, “we did it again … we killed our friend”.
Sorry Paul …o/o
Morning at camp
Mo coming out of Brownback
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