This plaque is at the turn off for the Trona Pinnacles. Interesting. Not much fun riding on soft roads with a loaded Adventure and TKC80's But, One can get used to it.
Here comes hava98, (Jojo) on the KLR 650. He and Paul were really railing compared to me on the dirt. By the end of the weekend I was feeling much more comfortable on the dirt.
Paul's KLR, and my Adventure and our tents.
A properly soiled Adventure.
First gas stop outside Victorville. We missed the turn-off for the 395.
Here we are having taken a side road in a little geo-cache exploring. we couldn't decipher the numbering so turned toward Ridgecrest and lunch.
Those are the Pinnacles in the background.
Here we are parked at the Pinnacles Paul and Jojo rode around a bit, I headed back to higher ground.
The sign explaining what we are seeing.
Jojo and Paul coming back up the hill.
Here is the camp/rally site Friday evening as we finish setting up camp.
The light and landscape are great to just sit and look at.
Saturday morning waiting on breakfast and sunrise. I've got my cup of gourmet coffee and walked out to the East end of the camp at Ballarat to get a view of the whole rally.
There is a lot of open space here. Living in town you just aren't used to looking this far.
Here is our large group stopped for a gather-up at some wide spot in the road I failed to take note of. This is the route the wagons took hauling charcoal form the beehive ovens across the valley a week away to the West by wagon.
Here are the cone shaped ovens. (That's what all the signs say, but after much confersation over local brews it has been discovered that these are actually pods for Coneheads.)
Land scape art. The back side of the cones.
This is at the top of Aguerreberry Point looking back west and south at the trail leading up to here.
Here is Paul hiking up the hill and the herd of riders in the background. We all had a great time. Lunch was provided along with a special snack of crackers fruit and cheeses.
Looking south and east.
Still more south.
Swinging almost directly west.
North east. I seem to have missed a few shots.
This is a little more north and less east.
The KLR and Adventure at the sign.
Mountains after the twisties.
Paul and the snow capped peaks.
More flower picture.
Desert, bikes and snow.
Our little camp is broken, and we are off toward home.
This is an old mining town that serves as a good stepping off point for OHV riders. Everybody is supposed to have a plated bike to be here. We had coffee and fresh banana cake with butter cream frosting. very good at the general store.