Tom and I decided to do a short mountain bike ride out of Galena Park. We left Tom's place at 5:30 pm and headed out over to
Galena. Driving over we noticed several lightning strikes and what looks
to be rain in the area. We figured what the hell, anything to get out of
this oppressive heat, a little rain never hurt anybody. After an
emergency stop at the Galena Market (I won't go into details) and a
brief tour of the parking lots (it's a good idea to follow the signs) we
arrived at Galena Park at about 6:00 pm. We headed up the trail and
crossed Jones Creek (
Jones
Creek Dry). The trail was in perfect shape (Galena
1,
Galena 2,
Galena 3), it was wet enough to keep the dust down and dry enough to
keep from sticking to the tires. The temperature was perfect.
We made it over to the Whites Creek
fire road
and headed up.
After riding up the trail for about a 1/2 mile, Tom mentioned that he
smelled smoke. I didn't want to say anything, I had smelled the smoke
earlier but thought Tom had smoked a few old stogies at work. A little
further up we found the
source of the smoke, it was a
tree on fire from a lightning strike. Naturally when seeing a bush
on fire we ran around looking for some commandments. After being
disappointed not finding anything biblical we decided to try and put out
the fire. Lucky for us, Tom had two water bottles.
We immediately knew that no fire had a chance against those two huge
hydrants.
After emptying both bottles, Tom went beyond the call of duty, pulling
down his bib and urinated on the fire (Sorry ladies, I was too far away
and didn't have a macro lens handy to get a picture). We finally had the
fire under control. I sent Tom down to the Timberline Road NDF Fire
Station figuring that as soon as he went around the corner, I could
get some shut eye. I was tired, I had gotten up early that morning so I
could take some ATV training in Fallon (by the way it's no fun wearing
one of those helmets in 100+ temperature). I knew the noise from the
fire truck would wake me in enough time to where I looked like I was
still fighting the fire. The truck arrived and damn, out pops Tom with
his MTB strapped to the top of the truck. Hell, if I'd known he'd get to
ride in a fire truck I would of gone instead! I thought he'd have to
ride all the way back up.
We'll, we wouldn't be mountain bikers if we didn't finish our ride. We
rode to the
end of the trail
at the wilderness boundary. Anybody notice the sign with the red circle
and slash through it?
On his way down to the fire station, Tom noticed the construction of a