Coulda been worse...theoretically

Little West Magnolia tour for our intrepid duo as Saturday morn dawns bright and clear (and Hot!) in the highcountry. So off we toodle only to encounter some killer drifts lingering in the shady areas and fallen trees every couple hundred yards...

Well fortunately the Ride Which Must Never be Spoken of Again taught some valuable drift crossing techniques that won't soon be forgotten

and Highroller brought this handy bow saw along to take care of the wayward vegetation... So carve and berm and saw away we did like happy beavers until fromst nowhere we found ourselves surrounded by a lightning storm! Yikes!

Scuttling for home, hunched over dreading every thunderclap, Highroller thinks better of wearing a metal lightning rod on his back so he attempts to ride out the last miles carrying his pack in one hand...

Well approximately one bump later said pack gets sucked into the front wheel, bow saw immediately into the front spokes where it cuts out about 6 spokes with a horrible screeching crunching sound not unlike the Sasquatch singing. Alford's Law in full effect. Chainsaw and Highroller take to the sparse tree cover to wait out the cold rain, then 25 minutes later Chainsaw takes off for the Chalet, lightning crashing while Highroller slogs out on foot, still hunched over, still carrying his pack in one hand low along the ground...Good times! Only tag-team destroying a Mountain Burger later on managed to restore our equilibrium and basic faith in humanity...