Sam, Liz, Tracker, and I set out for a ride on The Avenues. We didn’t have much time to ride before an LDS wedding that evening, but we went for it anyway. Liz and Tracker left early and stopped at the halfway point (which is actually 1/2 mile from the top of a 2.5 mile ride and thus, is not halfway, but rather 80% of the way, yet we still call it halfway to shame ourselves into riding the second half, which is actually only 20%).
I followed Liz after a few minutes waiting for Sam. Sam left a few minutes after me, due to a few extra minutes spent inflating his shock pump.
I still say we all road together despite the fact than we couldn’t see or hear each other for 99% of the bike ride.
Regardless, Sam and I rode to the top. Tracker ditched Liz and followed us. With only 20 minutes until our planned departure time for the wedding, we started riding down. I stopped at the “halfway” point to wait for Tracker. He never showed up.
I climbed back to the top imagining finding an 11 year old Golden in bad shape on the side of the trail somewhere. Sam climbed back to the 80% point. I rode down to Sam. Still no Tracker. Thinking he may have gotten lost, I rode the Switchback Trail for the first time in a few years. It’s just as muddy and un-fun as I remembered. I rode back to the trailhead before Sam called to say Tracker had been found and looked to be ok.
We were late for the LDS wedding. So we missed out on the non-alcoholic punch, rice krispy treat cake, and, probably, five versions of the chicken dance.