Here's my story and I'm sticken to it.
This was my best trip to H&M !
The trails were great, the people were great and the beer was cold
after the ride
I was for the most part elected the front man cause I knew the trails
pretty good but I had Austin (Kirk's son) on my tail pushing me so I
had to let him lead to the next marker.
Once I let him by me he was gone till we got to the next trail change,
all I seen was the dust he left behind.
All the guys got along great and we rode together like we had riden
together many times.
We had some pretty tough climbs in a couple of the extreme trails
that we made and a couple we couldn't make.
I only have a few pics but will post them.
The pic here is of WR450 Rick attempting a rock hill and started spitting rocks half way up. The pic really doesn't do justice of the incline as the
pic was taken standing and the same hill.

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This is a pic of Kirk, Austin and Rick waiting at the bottom of a hill climb
for WR Rick to make it up.
And the last pic is of Rick and Tom in the calm before the storm.
The group went out for the last ride on Sunday night about 6pm
and took the road to Mann to ride some single track.
Right before we got to the single track Austin spiked a rock and lost
the front tire sending his Dad back to pick up the truck to haul the bike back. Bummer for him as he was wanting to ride the REAL TOUGH single
track all day.
After the single track Jim and WR Rick wanted to ride the road back to the
cabin but I had the brilliant idea to take the trails back.
We were about 25 miles and a 45 minute ride away.
About half way back it started getting dark fast, as we were in thick woods
we didn't notice the black clouds swooping in. We crossed the side of the mountain into dust storm and couldn't see 5 feet ahead.
Then started a down pour that at least stopped the dust but now couldn't
see the trail due to the rain.
Finally we get to the trail head in Gilbert which comes down about 1000ft
that was filled with clay in the switch backs making it impossible to ride
and the bikes sliding down hill with the front brakes locked up while walking them through
We see lights at we approach the bottom of the mountain.
Then Rick says he's been on reserve for quite a while and doesn't think
he can make it back to the cabin (another 5 miles away)
We stopped and grabbed a cup at Speedway and transferred gas from my
bike to his and made it back at about 10pm in the pitch black raining night.
