Time for another poorly conceived adventure with dad! The boy and I headed up to some meh lakes on the edge of the Wilderness after work. You used to be able to drive pretty much all the way to the lakes, but now the road is blocked by a gate (and an unsafe bridge) a few thousand feet below the lakes.
In general, going up his hard, coming down is easy. What could make it easier? Being on a mountain bike, of course. Except the "hard" of hiking up an old logging road was waaaaaaay harder when we tried to ride up it. Plus, it's a non-stop slope. There were virtually no flat spots and certainly no downhills. Instead of riding, we pushed the bikes up until we got to the snow.
Yeah. Snow in June. This is some of my favorite snow. Especially on a warm day like this was. We made to the lower of the three lakes and called it good. We did a small amount of SCIENCE!, had a snack, and headed back to the bikes stashed in the woods.
It would seem riding downhill should be easy. Maybe even quick. I wasn't quite prepared for it to be death defying.
We flew down the road. It felt really fast, but GPS says we only got up to about 19 mph. I'm kind of surprised we got that fast because I pretty much burned up my brakes from having them on the whole way down. Tink did great. She kept out of the way and kept up with us.
I can't imagine how scary it would have been if we'd been going faster. I don't think I'm inclined to find out. I'm certainly not interested in pushing my bike up that road again. It was faster and that was nice. Not sure it was actually worth it though.
