I got to the Bracken Parking lot and only Wes Dickson was there. I had woken up late. Fortunately, our neighbor's dog was in the process of running away, and I was awakened by her yelling at the dog to "come here right now". I assume it was a dog, could have been a boyfriend.
Anyway, I woke up late and got going. Loaded up and out the door, I was looking forward to the day, knowing it would hurt.
About 15 people showed up, Chris Coney, Patrick Mc, Todd B, Jason, Adrienne and a whole slew of FLA PEEPS.
We rode downhill to some pavement, made some turns and eventually got on some gravel. Past Kuykendal, uphill, then turned onto some FS road that took us to Butter. (I'm not sure of all the road/trail names, and I'm not too worried about that...)
|The Birthday Boy|
After a few minutes, someone asked where Joe was. Missing. I rode back down to look for him knowing it was my fault. I found him about half way down and sent him in the right direction. Some hikers told me that someone else had ridden by and they described Patrick. Dang it. I rode all the way down to the intersection of Daniel's and Farlow, but did not see him. I figured he knew his way around so headed back up to join the group.
I climbed up to the ridge again looking forward to hearing the laughter and chatter of the group. All I heard was my heartbeat in my ears and the wind in the trees. They were gone. Dang it.
I found a pace I could maintain and rolled with it. The group spread out and regrouped at the Bracken Mtn trailhead. It was good to know that I was not the only one hurting. Several other people we feeling the pain.
We bombed down, each as best as he/she could and finally crept into the parking lot.
Awesome ride with cool friends. Can't beat it!