We didn't have GPS of course. It was the hapless or helpful pair of geniuses who decided to ride Tenquille early season as well... thankfully earlier than us, otherwise we wouldn't have had any tracks to follow in the insane amounts of snow we hike-a-biked through.
Not gonna lie, by the time I post-holed to my thigh for the third time I was pretty done. Really, really ready to call it a day and call a helicopter right out of that godforsaken forest.
Within all this lies the importance of a bike gang. Gangs take care of their own, and in our case, makes sure our own eats even when we think we don't need to. It was pouring rain down on us the entire time we hiked through snow, which was about 2 miles of the toughest traversing of my life. I can barely move today.
In 7 hours of travel, only 2 was spent actually biking. The rest was spent slogging through snow, over creeks, and around tree wells. Tree wells in July! Seriously!
Anyway, here are some photos of the mayhem... I love my bike gang.
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