I think David only has 2 speeds...stop and full throttle...
More quality father/daughter time...
Dan's Penske shock was having some mounting issues...
It was looking like we'd be rolling into town under starry skies...
The shadows were stretching across the valley...
David, Eric, Paul and I waiting for the others where Saline Valley Rd meets the pavement...
Yeah, it was getting pretty cold. The polar fleece balaclavas were pure gold on this trip!
Besides, when I wear mine it makes me want to change my name to Tanya and rob a bank
Just as I suspected we would, we pulled into Big Pine under the cover of darkness. We all fueled up while Steve trucked the 1/4 mile or so up the road to pick up Stevie where she'd run out of gas. We bombed up 395 into Bishop and piled into Astorga's for dinner. As soon as David got all his gear off he realized he didn't have his wallet. He'd left it on top of the pump in Big Pine. He suited up and raced back for it. We plowed through a ton of chips and salsa while waiting for him to return...
Tired but happy after a 250-mile day so far...
After dinner we bundled up again and prepared for the frigid 40-mile ride into camp. It was pitch dark out and we'd been gone about 13 hours so we just hauled it all the way in on the highway. The hot springs tub was beyond wonderful that night! David, Paul and I closed down the tub pretty late after a long therapeutic soak under brilliantly starry skies. What a great way to end a super-cool day of riding with some of my favorite people

I can't think of anything I'd have rather done to celebrate my milestone birthday, and I'm already wondering where I want to go for my 51st!
Oh, and I hereby declare that every campsite I choose from now on shall have a private hot springs in it

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Thanks for letting me share my birthday ride with you folks!
WoodsChick