The Search For The Holy Trail

Many years ago, in the time before responsibilities, my good friend Walt and I spent most of our time in the search of weird mountain biking adventures. In my my recent searching through piles of old film I have come across these remnants of our geographical studies.


That right there is my hot, young self.

..and that there is Walt, and his huge camera.


Oft times did we sleep in places like this,


or sometimes we slept in cheaper accomodations.


Here a young mountain biker warms himself by a fire at the Red Rock Rampage in St. George.


Mud can be fun.


Tangled sage is not so much fun.


We waded through rivers of tumbleweeds.


We crossed the most barren deserts. (That rider is a species rarely encountered. We call it Codylian Pattonicus)


We traversed the hairiest rock gardens.


We moved quickly through the ugliest scenery.


Sometimes dealing with technical failures and other mishaps.


Studying the ways of the bike from all angles.


Caught off guard by my flash, Walt leaps three feet into the air like an armadillo.


And finally, a rare sighting of the elusive Bikalope.