Boys' Weekend

Location : Lake Chelan, WA
Objective : drink beer (quality microbrew of course), bike, waterski, wakeboard, drink beer, hike, swim, drink beer


All is calm as we setup camp at Deer Point Thursday night.


Friday, we do 'Pot Peak Revisited', 10 years after the original epic. But this time we cheat and get dropped off at the start of the Devil's Backbone trail - avoiding the gruelling 5000 vf climb.


Talus bullshit


The 10-mile descent was juicy


Where's Biker ?

So Pot Peak 10 years after - was it worth it ? Well, kind of... it was such an epic the first time, what with the massive climb, the cops incident, the impending darkness...those were all the things that made it unique and unrepeatable. This time we got shuttled past the climb, like we were observers documenting the Story of Ten Years Ago. It was interesting to see how memories had distorted the reality - I'd forgotten how much hike-a-biking was involved in the long traverse to the downhill. The Talus field was a particularly poignant negative memory - I remember humping my bike over huge boulders on a thousand-foot climb like there was no other option. But in fact the trail did switchback up the slope, though most of it unrideable. I must have delirously decided to mash straight up, while this year I docilely pushed my bike along the bouldery but easily walkable path. And the downhill was cool, though somewhat loose. In the first descent, the darkening skies lent urgency to our journey, aware that losing light would be a fatal blow.


The wind has stirred up upon our return


The Bench


The Hike

And now, I will let the Words of Tony summarize the weekend :

Frans, are you jealous yet? Here are some more things you missed out on:

· Hang out on the bench for 48 hours to hide from the wind that drills into your head like a freight train and drives you absolutely crazy, causing you to fist yourself. The bench was the only place on our “private resort” that was protected from the wind.

· MRSA girl that infected the entire lake and made us scared to swim in the 5 foot waves from the “you stay on the bench and enjoy your solitude mother fucker” wind

· Mark’s stink ass farts on our rattle snake hike. Even the snakes were hiding under rocks from the stench…..

· 4 mile hike a bike that I had cramps like I was on the rag and could not walk. I thought a cougar was following me and I got a flat tire and everyone was way ahead and the cougar was closing in.

· Pee from your ass (Andrew will provide the pee)

· Grand finale …… when I finally made it home I was 24 hours plus late for my brother-in-laws birthday party which I had no way to call about to say I was stranded playing Russian roulette with MRSA, a freight train and a gas chamber. I’m pretty sure Mary has never tried crank. This day made me wonder if she snorted a huge line…..

T