This was the third tank. Kind of a two for one.
It looked like we were pretty close to the top now. I wanted to keep going but Alan wussed out, whining something about rock climbing in motocross boots. I relented and headed down too. Secretly I was glad because my leg was still killing me.
Before heading down, we took a picture of our bikes from "the top"
No. seriously, they're down there.
Alan spotted this dude coming back from getting a drink on the way down. We didn't see very much wildlife out here...go figure...
Oh yeah.., by the way, when we got back to the bikes we looked back at the mountain we had just "conquered" only to see we had made out about a third of the way up...damn!