So Lee and Brandon came over today for a brief ride on the local powerline trails. It had rained the day before so we were in for a bit of a slippery ride. We entered through what remains to be the only entrance for anything other than a four wheeler, a small opening between the trees and over two large mounds of dirt that remind me of a camel's back. A short trail ride leads to a handful of small mudholes that are the only thing that seperates one from the wide open trails of the powerlines. We attacked many obsticles, Dunebuggy Hill climbs, wet rock ledges, and some vicious ruts. After stretching the Cherokee's legs for a couple of hours we headed back.
