There are some rides that can't be done in a day, but can be done in three. This photo essay is on those three days
5PM, Bralorne BC...shuttle truck was loaded, and the meter was on.
Last minute supplies at the Goldbridge General Store. It was now a three hours' drive to our vehicle drop point, and first night's camp spot.
Breaking past the edge of civilization, we were now in nature's hands.
We arrived just before dark, and set up camp. From here, we left our vehicle and rode out first thing in the morning.
After battling for four hours through mucky, mangled, swampy, buck brush-infested trail, we broke through to the sub-alpine.
This was the last river crossing and chance for a water refill until we get to our second nights' camp spot, which was on the other side of a really big mountain.
Some really big mountains.
Looks all easy and breezy at the top. P.J. Hunton, trying his best to look relaxed after having just used his bike as a pick axe to gain the last three hundred feet to the top.
Off the top and Into the eye of the storm. Right after this shot was taken, a punishing rain hammered us all the way down the steepest and most treacherous part of our descent. Only to stop right when we got to the bottom.
Smoke 'em if you got 'em. Cooking it up at the "Bike Porn" camp spot...our home base for the next two nights.
Stay tuned for Part 2
Steaks over the fire, bare hands style...rugged.