Originally Posted by Gaston Gagne
One afternoon, I was coming down that road from the top of Round Top, and in a moment of inattentiveness I ended up in the ditch. I didn't have any luggage on at the time, so I got it out of there before the papparazzi showed up.
Hogback can be a harsh mistress. I tore my luggage apart on a tree trying to skirt a puddle out there.
That looks like a good time.
I almost crashed going around a puddle on Hogback. There was not a lot of room and the edge was muddy and sloped. I lost control at the exit and almost went over the edge. It was a long way down. If I didn't stop in time I would have been just another waypoint on the Blue Ridge Trail. Riders would be stopping at that spot to piss over the edge in remembrance of Artlocks.