The plan was to see if a questionable campsite marker on Google Maps, along Crooked Fork Creek, was viable, otherwise to return to the highway and the campground by Lochsa Lodge.
But by the time we’ve travelled far enough up the side road to know the marker is mistaken, I think we’re close enough to the next day’s ridge route that I propose continuing on. We should be able to find a good spot.
Only a minute after recognizing this as the road where we were stuck behind a line of ATVs on a previous ride,¹ the driver of an oncoming side-by-side stops and begins wildly gesticulating. I can’t discern his meaning — not sure why the usual, simple hand signals aren’t sufficient — but I gather I should proceed with maximum caution.
I am far to the right and riding slower for the next three side-by-sides. And the same for a fourth except she is hauling ass on the wrong side of the road around a bend.
“Woah!” I see her shocked expression and hear her startled yell as she swerves to narrowly miss me. Maybe that’s what the lead driver was trying to signal: watch out for my crazy friend!
¹ Trail Image, “Brother Ride 2010: Cayuse Creek”: www.trailimage.com/brother-ride-2010/cayuse-creek#39