Last night while working on falling asleep I planned my ride for today to find my camera. System trails to a social trail off Dawa then finding and riding the social trails. Remember the GPS did not track yesterday’s ride. Today I turned Backcountry Navigator, my GPS mapping source, to see that it wasn’t giving my position. WTF? I pushed touch screen points, etc which made the mapping app come alive. I made our yesterday’s rest stop, I remember seeing the red wrist strap hanging out of the left rear pocket on my Wingnut pack per normal. I had put the pack back on feeling the camera. A bit of a hike a bike wash then the exit climbing thru tight brush which is where I suspected the camera would be. The brush would have pulled the camera out of the pocket. Nope. Darn. On Sunday’s ride I followed letting Greg lead on these hardly defined user created trails, I was not storing the ride into memory. I found our tracks figuring out what we rode. Distance grew and no camera. I was hoping that it landed right on the trail and not hidden in the vegetation. Then there it was sheathed in the toe of a white sock almost on the trail. The camera is an Olympus TG 5 tough, tough enough to withstand the 3 foot fall.
Reason for ride has been met, now return directly. Cross country trails. Passed over the entrance to famous Shithole.
Picked up Axis and rode all the way back. Rock armor was placed in the Dry creek crossing which I rode, depth was just above rim height. Feet remained dry. Axis was just opened this spring.
Back at the van I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting outside without a shirt working on my tan and visiting with several locals who stopped. Pleasant afternoon.
This AM I shopped at Whole Foods during their 7 to 8 AM over 60 years exclusive shopping hour. I scored last can of black beans. Made just 1 meal of burritos tonight from the can. Other meals use 1 can along with other edibles enough for a second dinner.
Pleasant day today. 73 degrees forecast.
Eric Clapton is 75 years old today. Long time fan all the way back. Time marches on.