As you recall from the previous post, Bobbie and I were off in search of "ruins" and Dinosaur tracks. Having found respectable ruins we ventured on, running the North Klondike Ridge southward until ultimately joining a most primo section of the magnificent Alaska single-track bike trail. Having biked the "Alaska" a few days ago, I remembered an offshoot "hiker's only" trail with an arrow and sign, "To Dinosaur Stomping Grounds." Hopefully more than indistinct depressions filled with dried mud.
Ah, this is more like it... Impressive, no pun intended.
Gradually, as slow and indistinct as night dawns into a brand new day, the choice of "Stomping Grounds" for a name came into focus. My, "there must have been a party goin' on."
Over 2500 tracks. I wondered who was tasked with numbering them and how they kept track... again, no pun intended.
After the "party," we politely departed and returned cross-country to the Alaska single-track, to further evaluate whether Bobbie thought it a "ride" she might want to do.
|Bikers, taking a break for lunch in an area of spectacular boulders|
|"Bleeders" must tuck and duck here...|
Now get outside and have yourselves a fine day,
Mark and Bobbie