Rose Berry

Last minute preparations kept the backchannel busy last Friday. B was scheduled to drive the four of us to Big Meadows, but his truck was in the shop. No worries.

Did you know that RVs are registered in the same category as limos, and it is legal for passengers to drink alcohol?

The party stopped on Friday night when our shuttle driver politely, but firmly reminded us that we needed to go to bed. With patience and resourcefulness, our man at Mountain Mojo provided service exceeding what could be expected from a driver and got the FT3 shitshow rolling, earning him a rating of 8 out of 8 tacos.

Ride highlights include:

The Bench

Scavenger hunt to the Stash

Reaching Star Lake

The most impressive feat was accomplished by Xteric who spotted B’s brake pads on the trail. Meanwhile at the top of Freel Peak, B was desperately flapping his brake lever trying to create pressure. With typical FT3 ingenuity, XT fashioned a cotter pin out of the foil backing to a tire patch, and B was able to crush the long and technical descent.

Logistics for this High Holiday FT3 Ride are notoriously thorny. our cooperative sharing of duties will be a model for long rides to come. B brought the meat, the Dolphin, and the cookware; Cap’n organized the shuttle, assisted driving, and brought the Party Grill; I got the campsite, organized meals, and did the shopping; and XT’s job was to take out the trash.

Tuesday night. I hear some riders may be getting red shirt call ups.