<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110629984444500521</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:47:05.446-07:00</updated><category term='Griptwister'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='dual sport'/><category term='Olympic Peninsula'/><title type='text'>GripTwister2009</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110629984444500521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173286527897459790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SL3m13rdRKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qYP-HSghR1c/S220/DSRALLY2008+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110629984444500521.post-4905399366415518811</id><published>2009-11-07T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:48:51.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dual sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griptwister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympic Peninsula'/><title type='text'>Day 3 - Legs F, G, &amp; H - Clearwater to Finish</title><content type='html'>Rising around 7:30am after a very refreshing night's sleep, the camp was barely stirring.  Riding these dual sport routes takes a lot of energy and the rest was really needed.  We all prepared our various breakfasts and I found a skateboard in the bushes and it provided a little morning entertainment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Paul from TouraTech showing how to do it solo and behind a bike.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYUXV54O3I/AAAAAAAABSA/8oy5eCH1fdM/s1600-h/GT+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYUXV54O3I/AAAAAAAABSA/8oy5eCH1fdM/s320/GT+(55).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401527194326940530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even yours truly got in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYUWw3YEYI/AAAAAAAABR4/FTVpnyyhJ2o/s1600-h/GT+(54).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYUWw3YEYI/AAAAAAAABR4/FTVpnyyhJ2o/s320/GT+(54).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401527184384332162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYUWn7maGI/AAAAAAAABRw/sRv6i12W3G0/s1600-h/GT+(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYUWn7maGI/AAAAAAAABRw/sRv6i12W3G0/s320/GT+(53).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401527181986130018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the skateboard wouldn't go anywhere in the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally around 9:30am, we got back on the road to ride once again.  Could getting a late start have consequences?  Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some riders coming up a series of twisties and what's with the sign?  Road closure!  What would that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVcVD-EYI/AAAAAAAABSQ/mLP3NDwDhKU/s1600-h/GT+(59).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVcVD-EYI/AAAAAAAABSQ/mLP3NDwDhKU/s320/GT+(59).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401528379511804290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVcPHcPpI/AAAAAAAABSI/aAfFsWTlSWQ/s1600-h/GT+(63).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVcPHcPpI/AAAAAAAABSI/aAfFsWTlSWQ/s320/GT+(63).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401528377915752082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way Rick and I took each other's pictures.  Bart was riding ahead of us at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVdgUwtcI/AAAAAAAABSo/fiI7ppbGryY/s1600-h/GT+(61).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVdgUwtcI/AAAAAAAABSo/fiI7ppbGryY/s320/GT+(61).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401528399714891202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVdXFtM4I/AAAAAAAABSg/FONkLgvoIJY/s1600-h/GT+(60).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVdXFtM4I/AAAAAAAABSg/FONkLgvoIJY/s320/GT+(60).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401528397235827586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, the ride organizer tried to keep the group "somewhat" together and at one of our re-grouping spots, I caught the following picture of a "few" zip ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVc6aDyXI/AAAAAAAABSY/GU5SuvS6Xtg/s1600-h/GT+(58).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYVc6aDyXI/AAAAAAAABSY/GU5SuvS6Xtg/s320/GT+(58).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401528389536565618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fellow could really ride his bike despite its look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning onto and following the north shore of the Lake Quinault Road, I passed by this nice chainsaw carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXd7ZoTCI/AAAAAAAABSw/uznmbFcZ7Mw/s1600-h/GT+(65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXd7ZoTCI/AAAAAAAABSw/uznmbFcZ7Mw/s320/GT+(65).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401530606006324258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came upon a long wooden bridge that helped to keep the larger RV's off of this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXeIc5hoI/AAAAAAAABS4/63gyukmHgZM/s1600-h/GT+(66).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXeIc5hoI/AAAAAAAABS4/63gyukmHgZM/s320/GT+(66).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401530609509697154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the ride I also saw a number wild fern plants, but finally stopped to photograph some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXeY41LhI/AAAAAAAABTA/vPD6MDTW7YQ/s1600-h/GT+(67).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXeY41LhI/AAAAAAAABTA/vPD6MDTW7YQ/s320/GT+(67).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401530613921820178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on the South Shore Road and there are two very scenic waterfalls that begged to be photographed.  The first one is in the gravel section and I had never seen it before.  The second one is on the pavement section and I have pictures of my Wing in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXfKoThbI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XS04XHaMa3c/s1600-h/GT+(69).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXfKoThbI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XS04XHaMa3c/s320/GT+(69).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401530627274278322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXe5yOK8I/AAAAAAAABTI/H36YwL-zpUY/s1600-h/GT+(68).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYXe5yOK8I/AAAAAAAABTI/H36YwL-zpUY/s320/GT+(68).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401530622752467906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at Quinault, I refueled the bike and grabbed a quick bite to eat at the Quinault merchantile store (multi-bean soup &amp; a cheese sandwich) as the others had been there some time and my pace was slower as I was taking a fair number of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYZe4Dp1EI/AAAAAAAABTY/qFPGRfNr-mM/s1600-h/GT+(70).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYZe4Dp1EI/AAAAAAAABTY/qFPGRfNr-mM/s320/GT+(70).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401532821311968322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Quinault, we were about to finish Leg F, and start our trek west towards Lake Wynoochee and Hoodsport.  After climbing using the Quinault Ridge Road, we encountered one of several washouts.  I found these interesting and one can't fully appreciate how big some of these are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcIbD417I/AAAAAAAABT4/K1dyMVyWN-I/s1600-h/GT+(77).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcIbD417I/AAAAAAAABT4/K1dyMVyWN-I/s320/GT+(77).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401535734106085298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcH6XrIWI/AAAAAAAABTw/MNL4-J9AIh8/s1600-h/GT+(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcH6XrIWI/AAAAAAAABTw/MNL4-J9AIh8/s320/GT+(72).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401535725330702690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcHtfyMuI/AAAAAAAABTo/KT86BycznZE/s1600-h/GT+(73).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcHtfyMuI/AAAAAAAABTo/KT86BycznZE/s320/GT+(73).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401535721875059426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcHKGEB6I/AAAAAAAABTg/jP3fxE5Qchw/s1600-h/GT+(73).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYcHKGEB6I/AAAAAAAABTg/jP3fxE5Qchw/s320/GT+(73).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401535712371935138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to Lake Wynooche and our river crossing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYc0v2fTjI/AAAAAAAABUQ/n4OYzJmvJOE/s1600-h/GT+(84).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYc0v2fTjI/AAAAAAAABUQ/n4OYzJmvJOE/s320/GT+(84).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401536495601274418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYc0G8ywgI/AAAAAAAABUI/Sp-Z-HF4zRY/s1600-h/GT+(81).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYc0G8ywgI/AAAAAAAABUI/Sp-Z-HF4zRY/s320/GT+(81).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401536484621861378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYczhfM8kI/AAAAAAAABUA/25m16DsslDg/s1600-h/GT+(83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYczhfM8kI/AAAAAAAABUA/25m16DsslDg/s320/GT+(83).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401536474565636674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only river crossing of the trip and it is accessed by a ride down a very overgrown former logging road which terminates at a rocky gravel bar.  Fortunately the water level was down and we proceeded to cross the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYdtAsaNeI/AAAAAAAABUg/IcXAHibxHmQ/s1600-h/GT+(86).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYdtAsaNeI/AAAAAAAABUg/IcXAHibxHmQ/s320/GT+(86).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401537462195074530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYdsni1DGI/AAAAAAAABUY/iRgb--jSfoM/s1600-h/GT+(85).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYdsni1DGI/AAAAAAAABUY/iRgb--jSfoM/s320/GT+(85).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401537455444003938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing back up we were now on Leg H (we had to skip side trip T, but more on that later), and we caught a view of Lake Wynooche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYdtgHmhHI/AAAAAAAABUo/MnT_o_5poYk/s1600-h/GT+(87).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYdtgHmhHI/AAAAAAAABUo/MnT_o_5poYk/s320/GT+(87).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401537470630626418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness was now pressing us because of our late start and the number of earlier picture stops, so there are only a couple more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYe2ILLsSI/AAAAAAAABVA/YUMTIiqln8k/s1600-h/GT+(88).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYe2ILLsSI/AAAAAAAABVA/YUMTIiqln8k/s320/GT+(88).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538718333645090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYe11i1WVI/AAAAAAAABU4/eSdzBjafgUY/s1600-h/GT+(89).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYe11i1WVI/AAAAAAAABU4/eSdzBjafgUY/s320/GT+(89).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538713332570450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the Brown Creek Campground in the dark, we were presented with a series of tanktraps.  Rick bailed from the ride and headed for home in Kalama, I got some help getting over the first tank trap and then rode past a major washout where I met Bart who had ridden over 3 tank traps but couldn't figure out the route in the dark.  So we elected to return to the Brown Creek Campground and take the FS23 road back to civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart and took a break at the US101 intersection with the Purdy Cutoff road and then re-aired our tires a short while later before catching a very late ferry to Seattle from Southworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYe1a8SL3I/AAAAAAAABUw/j6tiPGFqUck/s1600-h/GT+(91).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYe1a8SL3I/AAAAAAAABUw/j6tiPGFqUck/s320/GT+(91).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538706191560562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking the ferry, we marvelled about the route and tentatively decided that we needed to return and re-ride the last two legs along with side route T in the daylight.  We weren't sure when we could do it, but the seed was planted.  It had been a great 3 days of riding.  Bart and I became riding friends and we dreamed together the possibilities of doing future rides.  Thanks go to David McKay for putting together the GripTwister tour.  It's a terrific way to see the Olympic Peninsula from a dual sport perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would we return?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110629984444500521-4905399366415518811?l=tbgt2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4905399366415518811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-legs-f-g-h-clearwater-to-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110629984444500521/posts/default/4905399366415518811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110629984444500521/posts/default/4905399366415518811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-legs-f-g-h-clearwater-to-finish.html' title='Day 3 - Legs F, G, &amp; H - Clearwater to Finish'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173286527897459790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SL3m13rdRKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qYP-HSghR1c/S220/DSRALLY2008+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYUXV54O3I/AAAAAAAABSA/8oy5eCH1fdM/s72-c/GT+(55).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110629984444500521.post-1854008582356636375</id><published>2009-09-29T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:35:46.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - Day 2 - Legs D, E, &amp; F</title><content type='html'>After a short night of sleep, I awoke at around 7:30 and was able to greet many of the riders that I hadn't seen the night before.  Many were amazed that we rode in the dark and came in so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brewed up a cup of tea using my very small alcohol burning ADVRider stove.  Note the flames under the steel cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL3KkpwxaI/AAAAAAAABN8/4K7jquIjDLU/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL3KkpwxaI/AAAAAAAABN8/4K7jquIjDLU/s320/C2C2AMB+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387139865298126242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Note to self:  "Don't handle the cup after heating water this way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading up Route D, we came across this cool old water tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL3LI8BBXI/AAAAAAAABOE/f9oHIP4KGtE/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL3LI8BBXI/AAAAAAAABOE/f9oHIP4KGtE/s320/C2C2AMB+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387139875038365042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that the road was paved.  There are many sections like this throughout the Peninsula and it's a welcome relief from riding some of the gravel sections.  Speaking of gravel, the gravel in the north and east portions of the ride tended to be on round gravel, while the gravel on the south and west sections tended to be crushed and much easier to ride on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of elevation gains in this section and lots of photo opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL4gkRIx0I/AAAAAAAABOU/YpczJSZvX5I/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL4gkRIx0I/AAAAAAAABOU/YpczJSZvX5I/s320/C2C2AMB+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387141342663591746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL4gEfm7gI/AAAAAAAABOM/08mjyKDU6ms/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL4gEfm7gI/AAAAAAAABOM/08mjyKDU6ms/s320/C2C2AMB+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387141334134353410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL5EvL8uVI/AAAAAAAABOk/oZVQk-_mrOw/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL5EvL8uVI/AAAAAAAABOk/oZVQk-_mrOw/s320/C2C2AMB+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387141964069910866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Bart riding in "Scout position".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL4hMls3UI/AAAAAAAABOc/1Owkk-7IV-Y/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL4hMls3UI/AAAAAAAABOc/1Owkk-7IV-Y/s320/C2C2AMB+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387141353487260994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leapfrogged with Ian from Touratech on his Triumph Tiger.  Here he's doing his best Lewis &amp; Clark pose and seems to like the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL5Flbv3KI/AAAAAAAABO0/d4bL8Qh_9yQ/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL5Flbv3KI/AAAAAAAABO0/d4bL8Qh_9yQ/s320/C2C2AMB+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387141978631691426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL5FM-XVwI/AAAAAAAABOs/BZMVJJnbNGI/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL5FM-XVwI/AAAAAAAABOs/BZMVJJnbNGI/s320/C2C2AMB+093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387141972065998594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what ride report from the Olympic Peninsula could leave out some flower or logging residue pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL6hT-lCiI/AAAAAAAABPc/4O2qpD0t52I/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL6hT-lCiI/AAAAAAAABPc/4O2qpD0t52I/s320/C2C2AMB+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387143554493909538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL53BR48HI/AAAAAAAABPM/VxUCNqBiT5U/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL53BR48HI/AAAAAAAABPM/VxUCNqBiT5U/s320/C2C2AMB+110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387142827920126066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL52o-vD8I/AAAAAAAABPE/BPc8gNwOhLY/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL52o-vD8I/AAAAAAAABPE/BPc8gNwOhLY/s320/C2C2AMB+103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387142821397336002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL52KKxgkI/AAAAAAAABO8/2i0QmNN6eEU/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL52KKxgkI/AAAAAAAABO8/2i0QmNN6eEU/s320/C2C2AMB+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387142813126328898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL6P2He7wI/AAAAAAAABPU/SgYYayqD98Y/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL6P2He7wI/AAAAAAAABPU/SgYYayqD98Y/s320/C2C2AMB+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387143254420418306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding out of the mountains, we found ourselves in Forks for a little fuel stop and a time to eat.  Forks has gained recent notariety as the setting for a series of Twilight books about a Vampire named Edward and his teenage girlfriend, Bella.  The town is clearly capitalizing on the trend.  By the way, the Twilight sandwich was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's David, Dan, and Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7Qs3h5HI/AAAAAAAABQE/SeTU4Mo3lBE/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7Qs3h5HI/AAAAAAAABQE/SeTU4Mo3lBE/s320/C2C2AMB+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387144368629081202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7QDrH0UI/AAAAAAAABP8/y7GM7_DrSRk/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7QDrH0UI/AAAAAAAABP8/y7GM7_DrSRk/s320/C2C2AMB+144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387144357571187010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7PXPuPaI/AAAAAAAABP0/NScdBLX40D4/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7PXPuPaI/AAAAAAAABP0/NScdBLX40D4/s320/C2C2AMB+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387144345645104546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7OwknW0I/AAAAAAAABPs/bsXIElfy3L0/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7OwknW0I/AAAAAAAABPs/bsXIElfy3L0/s320/C2C2AMB+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387144335263750978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7OBJkSpI/AAAAAAAABPk/TpzgM3O5hHU/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL7OBJkSpI/AAAAAAAABPk/TpzgM3O5hHU/s320/C2C2AMB+139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387144322533837458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding up the Clearwater Road, we came across these unusual mile marker signs.  I wonder what they mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYMToJAsqI/AAAAAAAABQo/e7Exg82aEEM/s1600-h/GT+(44).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYMToJAsqI/AAAAAAAABQo/e7Exg82aEEM/s320/GT+(44).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401518334409749154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've ridden this road before, you wouldn't know that there is a correctional facility along this road and there is dense underbrush on both sides of the road that the escapees wouldn't even attempt to traverse.  So they come out on the road and having 1/2 mile markers helps pinpoint them when pedestrians are reported to search parties as being on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day's ride took us up and over several saddles before dropping down into the Upper Clearwater Campground where we were to camp for the night.  It was a very tranquil scene and it was good to arrive around 4pm and be able to set up camp for the night in the daylight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bridge that spans the river.  Those beams are laminated wood and note the rope swing that's available to use on those warm summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYN5hpJZOI/AAAAAAAABRI/0eW6IMeEXvo/s1600-h/GT+(52).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYN5hpJZOI/AAAAAAAABRI/0eW6IMeEXvo/s320/GT+(52).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401520085012145378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the riders, Rick, camped with his Hennessy Hammock and it was impressive in how easy it was to set up and the sheer comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYNs7cDWJI/AAAAAAAABRA/XER3J5YckzE/s1600-h/GT+(47).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYNs7cDWJI/AAAAAAAABRA/XER3J5YckzE/s320/GT+(47).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401519868598245522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river was nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYNshUJb5I/AAAAAAAABQ4/md9Nm2iLVFE/s1600-h/GT+(46).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYNshUJb5I/AAAAAAAABQ4/md9Nm2iLVFE/s320/GT+(46).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401519861585768338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad view out of my tent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYNsKOpYzI/AAAAAAAABQw/BU-WTRrHbW0/s1600-h/GT+(45).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYNsKOpYzI/AAAAAAAABQw/BU-WTRrHbW0/s320/GT+(45).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401519855388681010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we waited for riders to arrive, there was a little "shrimp on the barbie" to be prepared and eaten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQhb_qzXI/AAAAAAAABRQ/j78Hevj43HA/s1600-h/GT+(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQhb_qzXI/AAAAAAAABRQ/j78Hevj43HA/s320/GT+(49).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401522969714019698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the campground, I came across this little mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQimEK95I/AAAAAAAABRo/ldHR8YH1Cgs/s1600-h/GT+(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQimEK95I/AAAAAAAABRo/ldHR8YH1Cgs/s320/GT+(51).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401522989597128594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the hunters who were camped across the campground from us brought by some great treats (elk jerky, dried salmon, and pickled vegetables) which were enjoyed by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQiEa2w5I/AAAAAAAABRg/0HWSCd7fsKg/s1600-h/GT+(50).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQiEa2w5I/AAAAAAAABRg/0HWSCd7fsKg/s320/GT+(50).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401522980565468050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQh5WTEDI/AAAAAAAABRY/JH7XzYYihWs/s1600-h/GT+(48).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SvYQh5WTEDI/AAAAAAAABRY/JH7XzYYihWs/s320/GT+(48).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401522977593561138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually all of the riders showed up. Dinner and libations and some rousing stories were enjoyed around a blazing campfire before we retired to our tents and a good night's sleep.  We still had one more day of riding and much of that 3rd day's route I had not previously ridden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110629984444500521-1854008582356636375?l=tbgt2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1854008582356636375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-day-2-legs-d-e-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110629984444500521/posts/default/1854008582356636375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110629984444500521/posts/default/1854008582356636375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbgt2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-day-2-legs-d-e-f.html' title='Sunday - Day 2 - Legs D, E, &amp; F'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173286527897459790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SL3m13rdRKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qYP-HSghR1c/S220/DSRALLY2008+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsL3KkpwxaI/AAAAAAAABN8/4K7jquIjDLU/s72-c/C2C2AMB+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110629984444500521.post-1412681594478461563</id><published>2009-09-29T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:09:34.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griptwister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympic Peninsula'/><title type='text'>Saturday, Day 1 - Legs A, B, &amp; C</title><content type='html'>In the northwest corner of Washington state, the Olympic Peninsula forms a large land mass that is bordered on 3 sides by water.  The majority of the peninsula is now Olympic National Park (http://www.nps.gov/Olym/index.htm for more information) and is designated a wilderness area.  There are no ways to drive or ride a motorcycle diagonal across the Park, but there is US101 which is a paved road that will take the rider or driver around the perimeter (about 400 miles).  It's not a bad road at all, but for the dual sport motorcyclist, there's another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, much of the area was logged for it's primo timber and as a by product, a number of logging roads were carved into the terrain.  The trick is how to connect those roads into a cohesive route.  David McKay who runs www.griptwister.com has done the work and linked the various forest service, logging, and paved roads into a way to ride around the peninsula.  He sells a self-guided GPS tour which notes not only the routes, but a number of scenic viewpoints, campgrounds, lodging, food, and fuel.  In addition, once a year, he leads a tour using his routes and opens it to anyone who's purchased the tour.  Back in 2007 I did the northern half of the tour with 4 friends, but couldn't get back to finish it in 2008.  So when the tour came up for early September, 2009, I purposed to do it.  It would be 3 days riding and 2 nights of camping.  This report will document that ride and be accompanied by a few pictures.  In the end, I found the last two sections to be so nice that a few weeks later, Bart (who I met on the tour) and I returned to re-ride those two sections plus a bonus section.  That report will be part 2 of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riders assembled in Hoodsport for a briefing.  The riders formed natural groups to ride at the different speeds and interests.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Paul from Touratech doing a little repair using my tools in my tool roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLcMoOGEpI/AAAAAAAABL0/owWhKIKc36Q/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLcMoOGEpI/AAAAAAAABL0/owWhKIKc36Q/s320/C2C2AMB+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387110213801611922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick from Kalama is on the right (he rode with Bart &amp; I on the 3rd day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLcLyoo4PI/AAAAAAAABLs/ErXF5kujf3s/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLcLyoo4PI/AAAAAAAABLs/ErXF5kujf3s/s320/C2C2AMB+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387110199417430258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David (on the left) is instructing the riders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLcLe3hDMI/AAAAAAAABLk/r3NTwGNowrQ/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLcLe3hDMI/AAAAAAAABLk/r3NTwGNowrQ/s320/C2C2AMB+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387110194111122626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me when I'm dual sport riding, I'm more of a "flower sniffer" and like to take lots of pictures.  Bart on his new BMW 1200GS hadn't ever been on a dual sport ride and Jim was on his Vstrom with street tires.  Both indicated a desire to do the ride at the pace I was planning; and since I had done much of the first part, they agreed to ride with me.  BTW, I really don't recommend riding this tour alone as much of the time, one is in very isolated areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we headed up into the hills.  The first part of the route was paved, but soon the pavement ended and we began travelling on Forest Service (FS) roads.  Here's an early vista of Lake Cushman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdBpWe7_I/AAAAAAAABL8/1sWG0tdiwk0/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdBpWe7_I/AAAAAAAABL8/1sWG0tdiwk0/s320/C2C2AMB+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387111124638298098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping to the edge of the lookout point, I spotted a little carnage down about 100 feet from the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdfW5TSVI/AAAAAAAABME/6S9FglTKvQU/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdfW5TSVI/AAAAAAAABME/6S9FglTKvQU/s320/C2C2AMB+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387111635080137042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was not long until we encountered our first washout of the trip.  There were a number of them ahead of them.  Here's Bart traversing the washout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdxuXZDqI/AAAAAAAABMU/htHd1Aw_XUE/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdxuXZDqI/AAAAAAAABMU/htHd1Aw_XUE/s320/C2C2AMB+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387111950618005154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's about 4-5 feet of travelling width to work with.  Just look where you want to go and take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdxEnFkVI/AAAAAAAABMM/5jM37a21FQg/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLdxEnFkVI/AAAAAAAABMM/5jM37a21FQg/s320/C2C2AMB+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387111939409547602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots more scenic vistas including these of Hood Canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLed0yMfwI/AAAAAAAABMk/2fG4lko7LAc/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLed0yMfwI/AAAAAAAABMk/2fG4lko7LAc/s320/C2C2AMB+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387112708255284994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLedUAuaiI/AAAAAAAABMc/GSK4cB_0OY0/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLedUAuaiI/AAAAAAAABMc/GSK4cB_0OY0/s320/C2C2AMB+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387112699457858082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on every ride I try to take a mirror shot.  Here's one from Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLeeRIik5I/AAAAAAAABMs/n6wJ2zE_Nwc/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLeeRIik5I/AAAAAAAABMs/n6wJ2zE_Nwc/s320/C2C2AMB+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387112715865199506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too long before we reached our first obstacle and Bart's 1200 decided it was time for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLfLPtIwgI/AAAAAAAABM0/THhhO9HB8U8/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLfLPtIwgI/AAAAAAAABM0/THhhO9HB8U8/s320/C2C2AMB+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387113488575939074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's why one purchases Touratech engine guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLfLginduI/AAAAAAAABM8/SxU4f9OTH4k/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLfLginduI/AAAAAAAABM8/SxU4f9OTH4k/s320/C2C2AMB+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387113493095216866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We got Bart's BMW lifted up and back on the road.  Going a little farther we encountered the following obstacle and decided to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLf5ngJJEI/AAAAAAAABNE/8oBYre1v5g4/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLf5ngJJEI/AAAAAAAABNE/8oBYre1v5g4/s320/C2C2AMB+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387114285237871682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the gravel and Leg A, we were on US101 for a short distance on our way to Quilcene for lunch at a favorite little restaurant (Logger's Landing).  The views along the canal are not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLgkjvtAAI/AAAAAAAABNM/MzAJTqrXM50/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLgkjvtAAI/AAAAAAAABNM/MzAJTqrXM50/s320/C2C2AMB+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115022963769346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the "light" hamburger (no bun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLhbIjsOdI/AAAAAAAABNc/jSgbr9nb5E0/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLhbIjsOdI/AAAAAAAABNc/jSgbr9nb5E0/s320/C2C2AMB+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115960558434770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Jim decided to head for his home in Sequim via the paved roads while Bart and I elected to begin Leg B.  It was good riding with Jim and I'm sure our paths will cross in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were probably quite a bit behind the main group, we pretty much rode these two sections without stopping for many pictures.  At the completion of B, we refueled in Sequim, and headed on west.  Here's one of Bart on the pavement west of Port Angeles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLiKpQ18YI/AAAAAAAABNk/qZvPrMgbKNs/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLiKpQ18YI/AAAAAAAABNk/qZvPrMgbKNs/s320/C2C2AMB+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387116776791601538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped near Joyce to don some warmer clothes as the sun was setting and we still had a ways to go before reaching camp at Klahowya.  We reached our turn-off from the pavement on WA112 onto the Twin River Road just as it got dark.  That road was about 30 miles up over a mountain and the first part was extremely slick from moisture.  I did a couple of "saves" when the bike started to slip out from under me.  Bart also had a deer and its fawn run down the road in front of him in his headlights.  The fawn particularly didn't want to leave the security of the headlights.  We got turned around a couple of times up in that section of leg C as the track we were following wasn't displaying on my GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we reached the pavement once again and found the campground and the group at 10pm.  I had been riding since 6:30am.  David and those who were still up greeted us and wanted to hear our tale which we obliged after we set up our tents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLlbhkslNI/AAAAAAAABN0/VNtkA9QloJE/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLlbhkslNI/AAAAAAAABN0/VNtkA9QloJE/s320/C2C2AMB+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387120365320049874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also some brats &amp; chips and soda to eat as we hadn't eaten since lunch at 3pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed around midnight, I found that I had a new bed partner (one of David's dogs adopted me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLlBFU0NxI/AAAAAAAABNs/C51-XGEkNI8/s1600-h/C2C2AMB+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fmxz_fbKZY/SsLlBFU0NxI/AAAAAAAABNs/C51-XGEkNI8/s320/C2C2AMB+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119911060649746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow was going to be a new day and perhaps we could make it into camp before dark.  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