Trying to go up Repack in Cascade Canyon is a bad idea, but my ungrateful progeny's unwillingness to provide car transport to Pine Ridge forced the issue.
I suppose I should have brought a map, so that I would have reduced the likelihood of going up Cascade Canyon . . .
and taking a right on Blue Ridge Fire Road:
But I've gotten used to things like pushing my bike up a mile and a half of 40% grade consisting of recently washed riverbed, mud, and slippery rock.
Nice views . . . .
Steep . . . .
Apparently not well maintained:
Here's what it looks like after you get around the tree:
And the wrong trail:
Son of a . . . . this was like having a nightmare about trying to ride the up a down escalator with 4 foot stairs, only to wake up in Tamarancho. Without the damned day pass . . . .
Wagon Wheel--the mere thought of which I detest--seemed like the best way out.
An attempt to shortcut B-17 . . . .
put me right on the fire road that's off limits to non-Boy Scouts . . . .
eventually ran into Goldman, thence to Alchemist, and several miles off to where I had parked my car.
God damn it!