Back on the trail, we encountered a fallen tree. Using my awesome scouting skills, I looked for a way around, and I discovered we'd have to lift the bikes over. After wrestling my KLX up and over, I noticed a small quad path to the right. Whoops.
These jeepers arrived shortly after and attempted to clear it with a winch. When we left, they were still trying, even after dragging the jeep a foot or so.
Onward, we found a long and somewhat deep water crossing.
The sound of the water and the cool, moist air made a refeshing spot for a break.
The sand in these creekbeds was a hoot.