The beginning of my fateful journey to Rampart Range. This is the packing job, a warmup for my trip to Moab starting tomorrow.
While at Rampart, I was led down the garden path by some fellows on nimble little dirt bikes. I followed them into territory that was ill-suited for my large steed. The result was three offs, some broken and scratched plastics on the bike, and a lesson hard learned. I should have known better and I've felt stupid about failing such a simple test of discretion.
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