The back roads up the mountain were treacherous to say the least, the ride up made me realize that I HAVE to get a dirt bike. Yes!
When we finally got to the top I saw it on everyones faces...
"What the fuck are we doing up here? Rick, you blew it."
The campsites were tiny and completely full, there was no accessible water or stream, and there was no real room to stretch out and relax. So, back down the mountain it was, all 15 miles of shitty, rain eroded terrain. Skidding, sliding, 5 mph hell. At some points there were cliff faces at the edge of the road, no guard rails mind you, that dropped hundreds of feet. SKETCHY!!
A few people went down and one got run off the road by an overly aggressive driver, luckily no one was hurt very badly or had to have their bike hauled out. Levers were busted, lenses were broken, and fairings were scratched, but we all came out of it ok.
Celise's bike after it went down for the second time, double triple six. Coincidence?!
Ended up deciding to trek over to Lake Mendocino and just go ahead and pay for a camp spot. Couldn't have turned out any better, ended getting a spot away from everybody else that was in the campground and got 3 consecutive spots that we took over.
After getting everything set up we trekked down to the water to BBQ beach side. This definitely put everybody back into good spirits, I'm sure the whiskey helped with that a bit too...
Campside breakfasts are always the best, I love seeing how everyone deals with an outdoors morning. Matt MacDonald wins most stoic moment of the camping trip right here for sure.