We rousted for coffee, donuts, fruits, burritos and other stuff at Potato Bottom after a chilly night (lows <40°) in our tents. The environs were again surreal. After some contemplation and all leaving our dumps at the pit, Steve Brown and I drove the first leg of the day to a gorgeous lunch spot back up on the White Rim. The climb up was a smidge brutal for the riders, and the drive a bit rugged for the Crusher and Longbed, but the views were awesome. DD suggested I used fuzzy logic to chose the lunch point and that be at the top of a climb; it was. Fine views, vittles and brews were consumed.
It was Hardeman's turn at the wheel of the Crusher for the afternoon section - which he enjoyed. The riding continued very special with awe inspiring views everywhere.
But the White Crack campsite blew us away. It was a gorgeous spot on the plateau overlooking another deep canyon - totally remote. JimY and I cooked cowboy caviar and brats while an amazing sunset fell over camp. Then the team settled in to some serious drinking of rum and rye and sharing music choice duties. We almost all had left it all behind at this point.
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