Another hundred miles in the books. Bunch of FS junk along with some spurs, many of which were pretty rutted and trashed. None of this stuff sees much use.
Sweet little nothings in the form of water crossings...
Followed by a typical steeper than it looks 20 degree or so hill climb that zigged and zagged for 50 yards to a small campsite. Ran it the first time without issue. Second time the rear kicked out and... recovering the bike was a little tricky.
Stumbled upon somebody's (presumably illegal) vacation shack on national forest land. Nice gazebo out back had a few rocking chairs. Windows were boarded up, and the front door locked. Various old bottles and animal cages surrounded the place (rabbits & ducks?), along with a hitching post to tie up a horse. Getting up there wasn't easy, either... Artistic plaque above the door read 'Southern Comfort'. Serious time investment on someone's behalf.
Followed a different spur to the top, which was super rutted and torn up. Ate it coming back down when the front tire lost traction on a clay rut. Tore a dime sized hole in my pants
Connected some more of this junk with an open section of the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Why all the dual sport junk? Well, OHV in NC is closed from around Jan 1st to the end of March... Yesterday was actually opening day, but I didn't have time to change tires back over. I've got a spare rear wheel, and need to pick up another front so that I can spoon on some more aggressive rubber. Schedule sucks for the next 2-3 weeks, but the next trip out will be up there to hit some trails.
In bad news, oil seems to be leaking out of the seal where the clutch input shaft connects to the clutch cable. When I rev the engine, I can physically see the shaft rise and lower slightly, like it's being pushed out. Smells to me like I've got some blow-by gasses making their way into the cases...
Was really trying to push off the top end on this thing until much later this summer, but I might not make it that long.