Chequamegon National Forest: Rock Lake Trailhead. Freakin' phenomenal trails (thanks to CAMBA). Bill is giddy already.
The singlespeed ladies -- Amy, Holly and Alix -- say, 'Quit gawking and start riding, fools!'
Reid expresses disdain for governmental intervention in his wilderness experience.
Halfway through the challenging loop -- Hildebrand Lake Loop -- and spirits are somewhat high.
The Karate Monkey overlooks Hildebrand Lake. I connected very well with my Karate Monkey and did not once feel as if it was looking at something without me (i.e. I did not go over the bars or otherwise disconnect from the bike.) Vive le 29er!
The redneck remedy for a plaguing malady -- the thrown chain! Some sticks and a hair tie. Yee haw!
The group back at the trailhead. "Man, those were awesome trails! Let's go drink a beer ..."
Geoff asks, "Does this headband make me look like a dork?" The Schley is sly, but he's still "The Schlayer!"
Trail scars ...
Critical Mass Northwoods style!
The Karate Monkey is on autopilot. On One Midge Bars are nice, but not easy to set up.
Ben takes a break from mixing 'wop' to take the Brown Beast for a spin at the lodge.
Dinner beneath a blue Wisconsin sky and 75 degree temps. It was horrible.
Well, Skiles is into see-food. That part was horrible.
It wasn't all fun and games -- we actually had to work on some team building exercises including a scavenger hunt.
But we did get to drink beer while doing so. I think Joe is signing a certain lack of a bevvy in his free hand.
Sylvia dances for mama while the scavenger hunt continues.
Yep, our team is weaving a basket out of discarded plastic strapping. I was shocked and amazed. Carlos is pretty jazzed about it as well. Zeigle and Miker discuss the finer points of aesthetics while the hysteria ensues.
Two faces only a mother could love. Skiles and me at the meeting. He's my favorite Cat 6 guy hands down. The party kept going because the beer took a while to run dry. There are other pictures of Skiles and me from the evening. I'm sure they'll make someone else's blog. I turned in rather early for a party night, but I had an awesome time making new friends and napping in their hotel room.
The next day (Sunday) arrived far too soon. I rolled over in bed and wondered whether any of us would get fired for the frivolity. April and Sylvia went for breakfast. I got up for a shower and checked for a pink slip under the door. In the clear this time. We loaded up Dirty Kop and made a stop off at Rock Lake trailhead again for a hike. It was another beautiful day and an amazing chance to enjoy the Northwoods before returning to the city.
Sylvia and her walking stick.
The stick became a spear ... and later a shovel ... and eventually just something else Daddy had to carry!
A really neat tree discovered by the Kop -- growing atop the remains of a much older tree.
April got to hike off alone for a bit. That was good for her. She was a good sport letting me go on a killer mtn bike ride and stay out late with friends. Thanks, honey!