"The goat left before we passed out, I swear."Perks of working at a bike shop, annual camping trip with a paid day of work to everyone who shows up. I don't work there anymore, too busy with other things this summer, but I tagged along regardless.
We had a pretty sweet camping spot, very isolated from other campers. A keg, lots of food and bacon, everything was going so well until the damn rednecks started riding their dirt bikes around at 6am on the road 20 feet from our camp site.
Around 10am we went on a nice bike ride up to the Bryce Creek falls, the climb up on a 35lb, 6" travel "XC" bike was hell. Probably around 2 miles of seriously steep trail. I've never used the 22/32 ratio on my bike before and it turned out to be just low enough for the trail. Once at the top you are rewarded with a picturesque scene and a fast/fun downhill. After all that you can relax in one amazing swimming hole with water falls, a cliff to dive off, and rocks to bake on if you so please.
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