Wilfred showed up at my place in his truck, bikes already loaded, and it was just pissing rain out. Good thing neither one of us will back down from a camp in the rain, so we did what any two good Canadian men should do, we stuck to the plan and went fucking camping in the rain. Wilfred's little brother Kaleb lent me his '91 DR250, and Wilf brought his Yamaha XT500. We were going to go to Cat Lake, but it looked busy, and we didn't want to be bothered, so we ended up heading up Squamish Valley. We found a camping spot with a fire pit, set up and went riding before dark.
The rain held of off just enough for us to have a pretty decent dry ride. We explored the area a bit, and found a pretty rad damn that had a gnarly whirpool going on. We drank some beers, screamed as loud as we could and listened to our echos on the mountains, discussed the fact that if either one of us was being attacked by a cougar or bear, the other would ride for dear life and never return to help. It was a blast, and we headed back to camp, stoked the fire, and Wilf made some bomb vegetable stew that went well with my Cariboo brew. I had my tent set up, and in true Chopper Wilf fashion, he set up a tarp over the back of his truck and laid on a towel. I woke up in the middle of the night and it was practically a monsoon outside. I was just so stoked I had a tent, and I wondered how my buddy Wilfred was doing, but I just went back to sleep. Turns out he woke up in a huge puddle in the back of his truck. Fuck, too funny. He's a trooper.
The next morning we hit up the service road hard for a day of riding. I was really surprised at how much balls that little DR250 had. Though I barely kept up with Wilf, this little bike was doing for me what my KLR could do on the trails. I wasn't bagging on it by any means, but it had some pull for sure. Rad little bike. We found an old abandon miners camp at the top of the mountain that had already been tagged by some Filth Mode dudes. I don't think I've found a trail they haven't ridden first yet. We had some good riding, stopped at a few cool spots along the way before heading back to camp. We cooked up a mean Peameal Bacon roast on the fire, with some veggies and Jalapenos, cleaned our shit up and left the woods the way it was.
I had a blast. Always a good time riding with Wilfred, and appreciate him bringing me out for a good dirt biking camp. Sure does make me miss my KLR, good thing I may be getting on another soon!
Cory - The Great North ---- Currently listening to: Led Zeppelin - Your Time Is Gonna Come
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