The Three MidAirKeteers

There's something about small groups in trees. Eerie, spooky, thrilling, quiet, calm. A pair of Steves, B and Wa joined Terry for this one, although we did hang for a few extra minutes to see if we'd all got the time wrong.

I've lost my original scribblings for this very fruitful little ride at Hexham and it goes beyond my primitive memory cell's capacity to try and recall much of it, so in the meantime (and maybe forever) here's Steve Wa's philosophical take on it, short and sweet but oh, so succinct.

I Quote:

The GPS was non existent. (Crap) “Phones are for others to shout at you” nothing else.

 

We were NOT lost.

 

We navigated by moss on trees (North side), direction of river water (Down), Pylons (Up), instinct (Hope), and the good old American one, (the Columbus theory).

 

Ta for that pointed summary Steve!

I do remember that we had a great ride, rode a good few kilometres of trail we hadn't seen before, and possibly conjured up a way to link them into the previous stuff which will make it an excellent venue for future rides. In fact, apart from the first climb we touched nowt we'd already done all the way to the finish.

Thanks to Steve and Steve for making my ride a bit less lonesome than it could have been.

Oh, and I later discovered I'd bu@@ered up the settings for my GPS prior to this ride, hence the GollyMobe being rendered useless during it, but I'm still a Believer.

Pix:
an uncharacteristic stance for the Big Man
the Explorers rest
that was a hard climb from the riverbank
we're forced into the open for a while
the Racetrack Begins!
One down, two to go
Easy now, it's steep and slippery
ready to resume after lunch in a lovely spot