Before I knew it, it was dark, the fire was raging, and focusing was difficult.
I guess that means we had a good time. Sunday morning we rose to a wonderfull egg sammich breakfast courtesy of Botsy and Andria of BMA (thanks!). Chris and I missed the 9:30 start time apparently so we set off by our lonesome. When we realized that we wouldn't ever catch the guys we originally intended to ride with, we struck up our own route. We cut thru a couple of old, old, unknown ski trails back to Sourdough, UP South St Vrain, up Waldrop to Brainard lake road, then back to camp via Sourdough.
The USFS only recently signed Waldrop as a bike legal trail. I try to avoid riding it often due to big marshes, river crossings, etc. Waldrop is on the USFS management plan for improvements (bridges, etc) but I had heard that construction wouldn't start until Little Raven was 100% done, which it is not.
Guess I was wrong.
Tired as we were when we rolled back to camp, we found that our camp had seen a visitor. There was evidence of bear activity and we saw the bear scurry off when we arrived. He was pretty darn big.
Apparently we didn't scare him off much.
I got out for 2.5 hours on the cross bike today. It was chilly.