On Saturday, Rebel and I gave the quad/horse ride thing a go. It was fun. A lot of fun, actually. We tried out some new trails and Rebel was able to off-road and bush-whack just fine. Except for one crazy lady it was a really good ride (I'll get to the crazy lady in a sec).
Mom, there's something following me...
Rebel keeping pace...
Pit stop to check out the view...
Trying to get all the pups in the picture...
A nice view...
OK... about the crazy lady.
After Rebel and I stopped to take a break, we decided to range out a little father West than I've been as of yet. We came across a couple of nice trails and then ended up crossing a gravel road. Rebel took off to see where the gravel road went and I continued on down the old 2-track road we had been following. A ways down the road, the trail split and went a couple of different ways. Also there were some old bridge turrets (although the bridge was gone). I decided to stop there and wait and check out the cement turrets up close (the canal the bridge used to cross was dry). After about 5 minutes I heard Rebel coming down the road. At about the same time I heard what can only be described as "screeching" coming from the trail on my right.
Rebel pulled up and turned off his quad so we could chat. A second later this psycho lady ran up to Rebel and started getting in his face about riding in a non-motorized area (she was wrong). Rebel kept his cool and basically told her she was nuts and that he was on a road and was perfectly legal. She screeched at him that he was not on a road and that he was violating... well, I'm not sure what she thought he was violating. Something about ruining the desert. Anyway, at that time Rebel pointed out to her that I was standing next to the turrets of the bridge that this road used to go to. She then changed her story and said the road was from 1906 (not sure where she pulled that number from, but OK). Rebel then again pointed out to her that due to the materials and construction that the turrets weren't more than 15-20 years old. You'd think at that point she would shut up and go away, but no such luck. Instead she took Rebel's photo and threatened to turn him in. At this point I was laughing so hard that I could barely breath. Wisely she didn't address me. I've been told I have the "don't fuck with me" vibe and she wisely obeyed it.
But the funny part was she took a picture of him. Not the quad. Not the license plate on the quad. It was hilarious. She was an idiot. No doubt about it...
After that little run-in we finished our ride with no issues. We went 8 miles in just under 2 hours, which wasn't bad considering our 15 minute run-in with psycho-bitch and we also stopped about 5 miles in for about a 1/2 hour. It was a good start to getting on a training schedule.
Later that night, we left the pups behind and hopped on the quad and rode up to Cline Butte. We got a gorgeous view of the sunset and of the surrounding low-lands, but it was damn breezy up there...
Looking to the ESE and Powell Butte...
Rebel looking a little cold...
On Sunday, we loaded up the quad and the pups and decided to try to find some snow. We decided to head to the East and go up to the Ochocos National Forest.
We stopped by Steins Pillar, but there was no snow there...
So we went farther East and farther up the mountains and we finally found snow. After riding on the quad for a while, we also found a frozen lake.
Can't remember what lake this is, but it was beautiful...
Rebel forgot to bring his butane torch to start the fire, so he decided to use the heat of the quad engine instead.
No luck lighting some brush...
The kleenex was more successful...
Success!!
We all warmed ourselves by the fire...
Too bad we forgot the wieners and marshmallows.
Although we did have one Marshmallow with us. She just preferred that we didn't roast her...
Next time we need to remember the roasting stuff. Other than that, it was a perfect weekend...
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