On the way back down Hall Valley on Saturday afternoon, we bid adieu to Dan and Eric and the ladies and set up camp just off the trail.
Me bein' stupid under our truck/tarp shelter:
Tent camping sucks:
Camp and me playing housewife or something:
The babbling brook that kept us company:
Where are we goin? To the top!
From whence we came....
Onward and upward!
No more trees! Nice casual lean!
Representin' - take note of upper left sticker:
Winding up to Red Cone:
On top of the world! (aka Red Cone)
Told you she had a slingshot:
More stormage impending:
Past slide zones?
And that's where the camera battery died. We both got a few more shots with our phones, but I'll have to wait on those a bit. Awesome trip, incredible scenery, and the highest I've ever been in Colorado (lame, I know). The descent down Red Cone did have me white-knuckling a bit, but I think it was worse for the dirtbikers who came down right after us. My charge lights were flickering off and on most of the day on Sunday, but my alternator didn't die till we were two blocks from my house. Talk about fortunate timing. I also lost two lugnuts off the front and almost a third due to vibration and/or impacts. I also blew out my driver's side front shock, which is leaking all over the control arm, and tore the entire bottom mounting loop off the passenger side shock. The shock is just dangling from the upper mount right now. Luckily they were just old stockers and I'm saving for OME replacements as we speaketh.
I'll snap a pic of my pinstriping as well. Definitely a memorable weekend, and a trip I would recommend to anyone!