Little Mo Falls
Arkansas
Arkansas
Milton, I am glad you came out ok and not injured! Late in the day, exhausted, dehydrated, and after several fall is when the risk of injury goes way up. Turning around and living for another day is allways the better choice! So lucky that you had provisions on you to make it though the night. I am doing a self-supported ride with a buddy of mine very soon, and while we wont be getting into dubious single track, its going to be mano-a-mano the whole way. I would have really struggled with a decision to leave you alone in the woods, that is a tough call I hope not to face.
We are talking about Milton the Adventure Dentist here.
He is the Chuck Norris of Adventure Motorcyclist.
... I'd of had trouble leaving him too. He's a big boy and was not hurt so I don't blame them, but I know where your coming from!
Years ago I abandoned Milton in Laredo and have regretted that decision ever since even though he was in a major city, he was healthy, and had the financial means to take care of his bike issues.
The Arkansas situation required a tough decision - one that those 3 fellows had to make based on all the factors present at the time - and things did work out. I wasn't there so it's not appropriate for me to second guess that decision, but I do recognize how difficult a decision it was.
Thank you and yes.I'm sure Milton knows his limitations and what to do when he reaches them. I'm sure that it was hard to talk the rest of the Crew into leaving.
Milton, I am glad you came out ok and not injured! Late in the day, exhausted, dehydrated, and after several fall is when the risk of injury goes way up. Turning around and living for another day is allways the better choice! So lucky that you had provisions on you to make it though the night. I am doing a self-supported ride with a buddy of mine very soon, and while we wont be getting into dubious single track, its going to be mano-a-mano the whole way. I would have really struggled with a decision to leave you alone in the woods, that is a tough call I hope not to face.
I beg to differ!
Then we arrived at the crossroads. Let me explain. Each of us has our own personal idiosyncrasies - characteristic or personality peculiarities. Well, one of JT's idiosyncrasies is the desire to explore every trail he encounters. If you and JT are riding a trail that neither of you have been down before but that you know for a fact is a good trail that you can get through and you encounter a trail that you don't know anything about, JT will invariably choose to ride the unknown trail. There's nothing wrong with that - you just need to know that he will make that choice.
That is exactly the situation that we found ourselves in. We arrived at an intersection of the K Trail and an unknown faint trail that was shown on JT's GPS. One glance at the unknown trail and you could tell that it was not often used. In fact, it looked like it hadn't been used in 50 years.
"Hey, JT, what map is that on your GPS? That trail isn't on my map."
"Rich, it's a hand drawn map from 1882, presumably drawn by a hermit living in these woods. It was discovered buried in a cave not far from here during an archeological dig and eventually was submitted to the University of Texas maps archives where it lay untouched for over 100 years until I found it. I scanned it and converted it into a map for my GPS."
"Oh, well in that case, I'm sure it's a good map and we can completely trust our lives on it's accuracy."
We came to a river. “We’re not going to have to cross that, are we?” (This wasn’t a creek or stream, it was a fast river)
JT: “I don’t know.”
Whaaat? I’m thinking. Whaduhyou mean, you don’t know? Still I ultimately had faith in JT.
It never occurred to me that he had no idea where he was leading us.