BGR got his version of Bloody Hell up on the picasa interwebz, then said we need to get some of these for the next effort because all those hills were gay. Here’s a sweet vid of me crossing fyord’n the Derde. Shit was cold…
I should also note that the river was only 2 feet deep:
These are my Awesome top selections from BGR’s image set:
In the Basin
The Kitchen, Saturday Sunrise.
Where the frog was
The Hot Springs 1
The Hot Springs 2
The Road out. There are 2 miles of up cut into that hill on the north side of the Verde.
First hand account.
Only 50 miles? Man, was it nuts. We would summit the climb out of the Verde Valley just after sunset, which meant 30 more miles of hwy shoulder riding in the dark. Headlights and taillights would pass us at super sonic speeds, lighting the way for a moment, so that we could memorize the debris. I heard BGR chunk a 2×4 once while in the pitch dark. More lights would pass. Then more pitch… for another 2 hours. The following morning, I awoke with eyes swollen shut from the frost biting cold.
It was rad.
January 21st, 2009 at 5:19 pm
I would rank this as an epic ride. The term epic gets thrown around quite a bit, for everything to 2 hour rides to bar jaunts. However you sir had an epic ride.
January 21st, 2009 at 9:15 pm
Its a good thing your oxen didn’t die.
January 22nd, 2009 at 4:52 am
50 miles on the highway shoulder is fucking insane. glad you’re alive