Steph and I went to Big Basin for the weekend even with the Santa Cruz Mountains up in flames. Fortunately, the fire did not affect Big Basin. So the next morning we hopped on our full suspension mountain bikes, complements of Derron and Leanne (thanks guys) and went for a little joy ride. It was supposed to be a nice stroll along the campsite, but ended up turning into a 34 mile ride up and down the santa cruz mountains. We have to thank a volunteer ranger for telling us about the Gazos Creek Trail. He said it was an 8 mile downhill to the coast and at the end we'll find a bus stop to take us and our bikes back to camp, he was very convincing. He suckered steph enough to go. She was content on riding down to the coast, but not back up to camp. well, about an hour or so later we arrive at the coast line, enjoyed a bite to eat at a local bar and grill and asked the waitress, the cook, the locals where the bus stop for Big Basin might be. no one knew of any. So the only way back to camp was ride up. Steph was pissed (and rightfully so), but not at me, just at the fact that she had to ride/hike back. I told her I'd ride back to camp, jump in the car and pick her up. But she wanted to ride. 3 hours, 2 squished banana slugs and 1 grumpy girlfriend later, we made it back. just in time to make dinner and some killer s'mores. yum.
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