Ipe, MarineHawk, and nmiles through the woods:

Pops put back together again:

Ipe up in the air:

Scott beating the same rock into sumbission:

Pops on the way to Hummer Hill:

nmikes testing the water:

Not too bad:

In:

Climbing out:

Day 2 - It gets wet:

Small Splash:

Starting down Turtle:

Ipe in the rocks:

This rock munched on my wheel

nmikes on the rocks:

Larsons:

MarineHawk:

The obligatory group shot

Some poor, nearly drowned ATV/Bike guys. They stopped to take pictures of us too!

Big drop!

MarineHawk and a huge Gnome

I really like this pic, not sure why.

Climbing onto Picture Rock:

Last trail, on the way home...

Is that BigFoot hiding behind that tree?

BTW: That's the stump on my driver's side I caught on my rocker - mostly because I tried to go down at grandma-like speed - i.e., 0.00001 mph. I should have hit it a little coming over the ledge. Or maybe subconsciously, I wanted to use my winch.

Yeah, it was weird. That giant magic gnome kept appearing out of nowhere and leading me through difficult obstacles with his philosophical and spiritual reflections on the concepts of brake-throttle modulation, gear selection, and tire placement. Then, on Sunday morning, he just rode off to the horizon.

Great pics! Keep em coming!

I just care about the food. Where was that? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Can't recall the name. Someone else may know. Scott was a regular there. It's on the other side of Paragon from Hazleton. I asked the waitress what kind of decent wine they had. She said, "well, we have some white, and I think something red." Right before I aborted and ordered something else, the owner brought out a really nice Italian Chianti. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

The Restaurant is called Oak Creek. It is located about 6 miles West of PAP on Rt 924.

Yeah, it was weird. That giant magic gnome kept appearing out of nowhere and leading me through difficult obstacles with his philosophical and spiritual reflections on the concepts of brake-throttle modulation, gear selection, and tire placement. Then, on Sunday morning, he just rode off to the horizon. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

A huge Gnome? I resemble that comment.

Yeah, it was weird. That giant magic gnome kept appearing out of nowhere and leading me through difficult obstacles with his philosophical and spiritual reflections on the concepts of brake-throttle modulation, gear selection, and tire placement. Then, on Sunday morning, he just rode off to the horizon. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

A huge Gnome? I resemble that comment. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Based on your knowledge of the restaurant name and your forum name, I figured that you were the magic spotting, trail-guiding gnome.

I recognise that name!

Gnome? What gnome?