Shahram
I ain't got herpes no more.
Gorgeous weekend in the desert. Impossibly blue skies and balmy 75º days leading into full moon, 50º nights. No wind all weekend. Barbecued burgers, good beer, my first full night's rest in four months, and my best buddies on the trail. It doesn't get much better than that...
Well hello there, Mr. Rock! This drop into the Goler Gulch doesn't look like much, but I wanted to call it "Coffee Drop" 'cause it got my heartbeat up and when the skidding started, it damn near made me crap my pants.
The Taco goes from ATV mode to ATC mode. Steve shows no fear at 45º. He's got about four inches from that rock to his gas tank valve door, and about four inches from a rut that means assured flippage, and he's starting to skid. Good thing he's too stupid to care.
This gorgeous, shelfy canyon is a raging river with any amount of rain. After the rains, you never know quite what to expect around the next corner.
Here's me looking up at a big lava formation and thinking "Hey what's that black stuff?", while Steve checks underneath his skid plate and thinks, "Hey what's that black stuff?"
The "Emma E" cabin is located at the bottom of the gulch. First come, first serve, you can camp up to two nights if you promise to keep it clean, sign the log book, and leave a little something behind for the next camper. Great place to lay low, Manson Family style.
The "Emma E's" outhouse is dodgy as hell, though. I opened the door and a huge rat on the toilet reading the Gulch Gazette yelled "DO YOU MIND?!?!"
It was a spectacular weekend, just a perfect California desert scene. Good weather, good friends, and good 'wheeling.
Well hello there, Mr. Rock! This drop into the Goler Gulch doesn't look like much, but I wanted to call it "Coffee Drop" 'cause it got my heartbeat up and when the skidding started, it damn near made me crap my pants.
The Taco goes from ATV mode to ATC mode. Steve shows no fear at 45º. He's got about four inches from that rock to his gas tank valve door, and about four inches from a rut that means assured flippage, and he's starting to skid. Good thing he's too stupid to care.
This gorgeous, shelfy canyon is a raging river with any amount of rain. After the rains, you never know quite what to expect around the next corner.
Here's me looking up at a big lava formation and thinking "Hey what's that black stuff?", while Steve checks underneath his skid plate and thinks, "Hey what's that black stuff?"
The "Emma E" cabin is located at the bottom of the gulch. First come, first serve, you can camp up to two nights if you promise to keep it clean, sign the log book, and leave a little something behind for the next camper. Great place to lay low, Manson Family style.
The "Emma E's" outhouse is dodgy as hell, though. I opened the door and a huge rat on the toilet reading the Gulch Gazette yelled "DO YOU MIND?!?!"
It was a spectacular weekend, just a perfect California desert scene. Good weather, good friends, and good 'wheeling.
