The next morning we decided that I would ride down and collect Milton, while the remainder of the group continued on the planned route for day 2. JT suggested that I stop at McDonald’s and get him a breakfast sandwich, which I thought was a great idea.
As I rode down The Road of Certain Death, encountering one obstacle after another obstacle, I hollered into my helmet “JT, why didn’t you turn around when you reached this rock garden?” “JT, why didn’t you turn around when you hit this deep, rocky creek crossing?” “JT, why didn’t you stop when you had to ride through all these branches growing over the trail?” “JT, why didn’t you run away screaming when Bigfoot tried to knock you off your motorcycle?”
But, eventually, I made it down to the river and found Milton. Alive and well, but a little hungry. He had survived the night.
Milton’s camp site
He looked at me and said, “I guess I should have known not to go down a trail called Certain Death.”
Escaping The Road to Certain Death
Now came the task of riding out of this death hole. Through the trees, over the rocks, across the creek, and around Bigfoot. Once Milton was ready, we set out, moving slowly. I stopped frequently to take pictures – no one would believe my story without them.
I tried to get a picture of Bigfoot but he is so shy…
Finally, we arrived back at the K Trail. In one piece. Relieved to be off the road of certain death. Since no one had actually died on the trail we decided to rename it The Road of Near Certain Death.
Meanwhile, back in Mena, JT and crew were understandably feeling a little guilty about letting me go off on my own to fetch Milton. They decided to follow me to ensure nothing happened to me on my way to get Milton or to either of us on our way out of the hole. What they didn’t know was that I had taken an alternate route after asking the GPS to calculate the most direct route to the trailhead. After exiting the trail Milton and I headed to Mena for fuel and food and we totally missed JT and crew, who were still on their way to the trailhead.
When they didn’t find us at the trailhead JT and crew rode down The Road of Near Certain Death to find us, not knowing we were already gone.
Once Milton had fully recovered and refueled we decided to return to our scheduled ride for Day 2.
Today’s route was vastly different than day 1. Today consisted of all class 1 riding and some fine scenery. Which was quite welcome considering the residual fatigue from the day before.
On the way to Blue hole
An interesting paint job
Denied! This looked to be the most fun road of the day but the forest service had other plans.
Typical day 2 road
The best scenery of the day was Little Mo Falls
Milton at Little Mo Falls
Mena International Airport needs to mow
Once back at the inn in Clayton we loaded our dirty bikes……took a shower and headed into town for some supper. We finished the evening sitting outside, enjoying a cold beer and some fine conversation about the weekend.
Monday was spent driving back to Austin. JT and I stopped at George’s restaurant in Waco for one of the best chicken fried steaks in Texas. It was very good.
Thanks for reading my story. Here is one final shot of the intrepid adventure team, minus one, who conquered The Road to Certain Death. From left to right: Milton, Jon, JT, Taylor, and Jack
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