Lookout Mountain Trail 52
It seems our choice was the smart one since we wrestle the GS a few minutes just to get it turned around on the simpler hillside below.
Back down at the trailhead, Jesse and I wonder what has become of Joel. Before we can worry he putters down the trail with a story of flipping his bike and twisting his wrist wrong while trying to keep it up. “I was dumb to try to save it,” he says.
Everything seems okay so Jesse and I resume joking, suggesting he’s caught Casey’s usual luck. (Casey seems to encounter difficulty every time he rides with us.)