I logged 6.2 miles (1:24), took the opportunity to stretch, hydrate, poke around in the truck to see if hubb had any honey stinger waffles stashed in the glove box (no, damn), and catch up on Words With Friends! His buddy came back first, said there was an equipment problem and hubb wasn't hurt, he'd be along shortly. Buddy couldn't stick around he had a family commitment. I said, ah ok, no worries, he will be along. His buddy said again he isn't hurt. I said, I didn't figure you'd leave him out there bleeding! We exchanged pleasantries about his ride my run and he was off. Hubb appeared 20 minutes later, bike fixed. Problem with the derailleur. He had just finished building the bike last night, new frame with components from the not so old one with the carbon fiber frame that just wasn't working out.
Post outing discussions I'm still not completely sure where the trail actually went. I'll noodle that on another outing. Hubb studied the Garmin out put and the trail map and his memory of the trail and he sort of knew where things went askew.
|Nice Map, eh? Better laminate my own copy!|
The most curious part was hubb and buddy rode the Sammy C, leaving about 10 minutes after I left, they never passed me. Perhaps the muddy spur was where they passed me? Or maybe there is just a worm hole out there in Burlingame? I really think they would have passed me way before that spur at about mile 2.5... but who knows, I'm going with worm hole!!
Beth, calling the experiment a success!