Even with B rolling his new fat tire SS, we made it up to Pollockstan before the motorcade. He hadn't seen EID's new rock work, and as we inspected it we noticed that the wooden gate into the back Knot lot was open. And so we entered the new Knot Lot. Lars was the first to drive in, truck lumbering over virginal grass. Soon to follow was NoSauce, Councilman, Bambi, NoHandle, and Xteric. We celebrated the luxury and privacy of our new digs, sipping Belgian sports beverages and admiring two spanking new bicycles.
Lars maintained that he was too tired after satuday's herculean run and differed the ride leader role. Xteric was nominated, but he was reluctant to take the reins while in the presence of our dear ride leader. Rebuffing Xteric's timidity Lars declared "to Barnes back."
We dashed to the opposite side of the lake and began the climb. Downed trees repeatedly crossed the path, but we mostly rode around them. Reaching Park Creek we turned left and anyone on a cross bike relished their steed choice for the evening. At the big intersection we were treated to a new route that dropped us to the flume. After the steep climb out, we made for the power line descent, to the Qualifier. As we rolled past the gate to the road, Johnny Law was sitting in an idling SUV. We passed close by his hood and made the steep short burst up to the trail that started the evening's adventure. No accusations of short riding were made.
An animated taco session was held around the camp fire. Service was underwhelming, as Tacos were slow to arrive and Rye was forgotten completely. Xteric was getting edgy waiting for his order. He eyed each tray with the shameless longing of a dog hoping for scraps. When our newest recruit tucked into his basket, Xteric jumped out of his seat and exclaimed "he didn't sauce his tacos!" An eruption of disapproval ensued and NoSauce was handled.