Last Sunday’s ATV ride was a little more adventure than we bargained for. The abundant rainfall in July made for some serious mud along the Arapeen OHV Trails. On Friday’s ride we pulled a two-wheel-drive truck out of a muddy rut on Skyline Drive – the main road. When we arrived, he was elbow-deep in mud trying to put down enough rocks to get himself out. We learned that his name was Jim, that he’d been there all night, and that it had rained – again – at around midnight. We hooked up his tow strap and pulled him out forward. That was a sign.
On Saturday, we came across a fallen tree – right across the main road out of camp. Again – armed with a tow strap and with the help of several riders on the other side of the tree, we dragged it off to the side, clearing the road. That was a sign.
But ever optimistically ignoring the signs, we set out on Sunday on a long ride down Reeder Canyon to Joe’s Valley Reservoir, then taking the Potter’s Pond road back.
Reeder Canyon was actually in good shape. There were a few muddy spots but nothing too deep or treacherous. Several riders coming up the canyon assured us the road was completely passable. And it was. We reached the end of the road. We saw Joe’s Valley Reservoir in the distance. And we could not find the road to get us there.
Nor could we find the road to take us north to Potter’s Pond. Of course, the map was back in the trailer, and our GPS was less than helpful. The one helpful way point it gave us was Grassy Lake. We’d been near Grassy Lake, so we were sure we could find our way back from there.
Off we went on a fairly major road, and soon enough we were at the turnoff to Grassy Lake. We were sure that the road we wanted was just north, but hey, why not go check out the lake? After a short stop, we headed back the way we’d come and proceeded to follow the road. We realized we weren’t where we thought we were about ½ hour after we’d left the lake, but knew the road we were on took us to Skyline Drive. We could make it back from there.
Or could we? As we made the northbound turn on the ridge, we saw it. Couldn’t miss it. It was a snowdrift all the way across the road. There was no way we were getting across it. We had to find another way. So we turned around and headed down a very rocky trail we’d been on before that we knew would get us back to Reeder Canyon. At the bottom of the trail, we ran into some serious mud.
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Shortly after the mud we found the Reeder Canyon trail. As we headed up, it started to rain. Then it started to pour. Thank goodness for helmets and windbreakers. As we finally pulled into camp, nearly 8 hours after we left, the sun was peeking out and we knew we were safe.
So where does karma come in? I’ve always believed that good begets good, and in this case I’m sure of it. We made it home safely. We didn’t fight. And on the other side of the huge mud puddle at the bottom of the rocky road, there was a truck waiting that would have pulled us out if we’d gotten stuck. He made it across as well.