I’m always craving to get out of the city, but we’re fortunate you can stay in.
A year ago, I did my last ride with my friend Bernd before he moved back to Germany and I wanted it to be a special one.
I wanted to get away, but time permitting we had to stay close.
The furthest I had ever ridden on the ‘Crest was to Dawson’s Saddle and while I’ve dreamed of riding the whole shebang, making it to Wrightwood was intriguing to me, especially after reading a crew of Radavai rolling through.
I miss Bernd, but also this ride, so as I was saying farewell to my friend Brian who is leaving for a six month trip to Europe, I thought this would be the perfect ride to revisit.
This time, I had a crew with Victor and Sasha in tow which seems like a lot of compared to the amount of people we wouldn’t be seeing.
Readying up at Newcomb’s Ranch.
In case you didn’t know where we are…
I would love to own a woodwork like this!
Brian setting the pace on our first of six climbs.
Getting a good overview as we peak at Cloudburst.
Vic and Sasha.
It’s almost always not ski season up here.
Pretty, unlucky bastard.
Bending while descending.
Last climb…of the morning.
Mt. Baden Powell at Blue Ridge Peak
Pit stop at Jensen’s Market.
Tempting.
Out-of-towners.
Passed this group on our first climb, then again on our first out of town.
Gateway.
Splitting hairs.
A slice of road.
Just us.
High Point.
Someone else I guess…
Tunnel love.
A form of formations.
Last push.
