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Sep. 25th, 2010 05:45 pmJust hacked Image today - a stomp in the woods, in new territory for me to be riding in, up Mt Toby.
Al and I must have hiked it annually for the first decade we lived in the valley, and when George was part of our intrepid biking trio we camped there one night (strictly illegal and still done a lot), but this was the first time I've cantered up that hill. I still remember sliding down it on my stomach (on purpose) after one of the slipperiest hikes evar one January. We couldn't stand up - one small wobble and our feet flew out from under us. Sliding down the hill was kind of enforced, but the choice to do it face first on our bellies was.... ill advised? It produced bruises in the most outlandish places.
Al and I must have hiked it annually for the first decade we lived in the valley, and when George was part of our intrepid biking trio we camped there one night (strictly illegal and still done a lot), but this was the first time I've cantered up that hill. I still remember sliding down it on my stomach (on purpose) after one of the slipperiest hikes evar one January. We couldn't stand up - one small wobble and our feet flew out from under us. Sliding down the hill was kind of enforced, but the choice to do it face first on our bellies was.... ill advised? It produced bruises in the most outlandish places.