The Mobius Trip

[DR. Rock]

we dropped down



a lovely two-track road,



to cross Cow Creek at the "town" of West Fork.

[RenoDeano]

Fantastic Oregon photos and videos. You and LDF are turning into a Level B enduro riders. Sure glad to have met you two. Keep up the good work.

Reno Deano

[rufus]

I remember that section very well. The crashed car, fotobo had to change a flat right after the turn off the main road into the trees. At the top of the last steep section of the hillclimb, about where you stopped, there was a note on a branch. Something about a tough climb, moisture had caused the ink to run and we couldn't read it all.

We got to the pastry place a little after 10 in the morning. We didn't stop. later we wished that we had. The next food we saw was in port orford. We were HUNGRY when we got there. The only person we saw between there and the coast was a snaggle toothed, crosseyed, hairlipped woman who looked like a meth addict. We were confused on which way to go. She was coming toward us and stopped to let us pass. I stopped to ask if the road went through or was a dead end. She screached something at me while waving her arms around and jerking her head side to side. I said thanks and got moving. I didn't look back. It was a very memorable day.

[DR. Rock]

for some reason, had these historical markers posted: (click on the photos if you want to access to larger versions that you can read)





There was an old iron bridge, and railroad tracks.

[DR. Rock]

Originally Posted by rufus

The only person we saw between there and the coast was a snaggle toothed, crosseyed, hairlipped woman who looked like a meth addict.

See, that right there scares me way more than bears. As the story unfolds, you'll see how that demographic affected our decisions.

[DR. Rock]

Originally Posted by SlowRide13

Did you see a concentration of bear poop in the corrals at the horse camp?

Nah, once we left California, we really didn't see any evidence of bears.

[DR. Rock]

Originally Posted by RenoDeano

a Level B enduro riders.

Level B with LUGGAGE! It's a new class... or should be.

[rufus]

Originally Posted by DR. Rock

See, that right there scares me way more than bears. As the story unfolds, you'll see how that demographic affected our decisions.

Do you remember the house on the inside (left) of a switch back a little ways before the wrecked car? We stopped at the wrecked car,and I was worried that the residents of that place were hiding in the bushes waiting to cut us up for dog food and use our engines for rototillers. We took a short break at the crashed car. I kept looking and listening. I never did sit down or relax there.

[DR. Rock]

I was doing the math in my head, and could tell it was going to be late by the time we got to the coast...

I figured we'd be OK as long as we were on graded gravel transit sections -- here I'm commenting on the various aspects of routing vs. navigating vs. riding, and pointing out that the section we were riding here was among the most difficult to route, that is, there's a maze of logging roads and setting the route on the GPS was a bitch. Navigating, though, wasn't so bad, and the riding was actually pretty easy.



alas, it wasn't long before we hit another technical special section.



a few more of these, and we'd be cowboy camping shy of Port O.

[DR. Rock]

Originally Posted by rufus

Do you remember the house on the inside (left) of a switch back a little ways before the wrecked car?

Isn't it funny? We rode the same route, and I have absolutely no recollection of a house. Sometimes, I look at photos that LDF took, and I'm thinking... where was I? Weird.

[DR. Rock]

here, I'm commenting that this is just the place for a fully loaded V-strom, or GS1200... no thanks. I was happy we were on DRZ400's, and that WR250 is looking sweeter and sweeter.

[rufus]

Originally Posted by DR. Rock

Isn't it funny? We rode the same route, and I have absolutely no recollection of a house. Sometimes, I look at photos that LDF took, and I'm thinking... where was I? Weird.

Same here. I am having a great time looking at all your pictures and videos and I remember lots and lots of the places. But some of the pictures bring up no memory at all. Too much to absorb. Apparantly I need to do it all again!

Your TAT RR is the best here!! ----the aformentioned woman would fit right in the house I saw.

[DR. Rock]

and it was time to de-fleece:



we were nearing Dutchman Butte, and when we got closer, we were treated to some more great views:







sweeping left to right,

[DR. Rock]

we were spending more time in specials than transits today, and discussing our pace, it was clear unless we were handed some easier riding, we were going to really have to push to make Port O.

Up on the ridge, the riding was easier, but we tended to slow down to savor the views:



We crossed another clear cut area, which, even though the road was smooth, involved a lot of switchbacks

[DR. Rock]

even though we were constantly moving, we weren't making great time.

Then we hit a particularly gnarly section. I'll let the photos provide the commentary.





You know when I'm riding point it's particularly ugly. But LDF rode it all.





Here she comes...



I'd ride ahead at my pace, and then wait for her...



I tried not to get out of range of the Scala's, so I could tell her what was coming up. Eventually, she'd catch up...



When this happened, though,



It was she who had to wait for me.