It
was 7:30 a.m. by the time we set off on mountain bikes.
I felt foolish. There was nearly a foot of
snow in places but there was no way I was going to leave
my bike at the car.
Anyhow, the road didn't look too bad
(C' mon Phil, it's a joke!).
We made no more than a mile or two
before stashing our bikes in the trees. The other ~2-miles
(4.1 total) were continued on foot.
It seemed like my every word was being
documented as Phil and Josh both had video cameras.
One such incident occurred on Dumas St. (just beyond
where the road ends in Monte Cristo) where I boasted
that the street was named after my forefathers and that
I had come "...from a long heritage of dumb
asses."
A trail leads out of town. We followed
on skins and continued along Glacier Creek for a few
miles at which point we had a choice. Phil mentioned
a high route. It would put us too high, but it was clear
of trees. Continuing on the trail would put us right
where we needed to be, but it was steep (there is
a waterfall right next to the trail) and thick
in trees and brush. |