RawHyde Adventures 2006
February 2nd-5th, 2006
China Ranch Date Farm
Death Valley
Tecopa, California
WARNING: If you are sensitive to four-letter words, breathtaking adventures and the

Friday, February 3, 2006, 8:17 AM
Good morning! First the trek here…

We left Thursday morning at about 8:15 AM, stopped to grab food, ice and gas and finally rolled out of Davis at about 8:55. Glad we trailered down as the morning was cold and damp. South of Lathrop we ran into 2 other rally people – one with a GS in the back of his truck (have fun unloading that!) and another truck towing at least 5 off-road bikes, even a quad. We were on our way…
Found the first way-point out in the middle of B-Fucking-E, dude! Got our coordinates (very windy!) and headed off to number 2. Love having the GPS in the truck and the XM radio. Fueled up before heading out again – watch out for the locals in front of the gas station store. Don’t be a female all alone. Bring your gun.

Turned left onto 127 from 15 and headed out to nowhere. No, seriously. Barely any cars would pass, but it was beautiful! The sun was going down, the dunes looked awesome and the mountains even more beautiful. Turned left on some god-forsaken dirt road (it actually had a name and was on the GPS!) and headed west to more nowhere. Found the hill for the waypoint and a few other riders. COULDN’T FIND THE F*&@ING TABLET! Almost gave up and then Terry spotted it. No shwag to be found as all the visitors before took all the shirts. Damn. Took the pic and away we went. Only 30 some-odd miles to go, the longest stretch of the trip.

So, where are we? China Ranch Date Farm! Check it out – it’s near Tecopa. You know, Tecopa? The land of nobody. Okay, there’s a post office and a hotel up the road. Checked in (think they tapped the keg before we got there…classic) and was led to our tent site by a cool chick, 30’s-40’s maybe (finally met her later – Cheryl), and DAMN!, she hopped right on her dirt bike like a pro, riding side-saddle. Hmmmm. Paying attention – gotta learn to ride when we get home. So now, pitch black, setting up the tent, kinda pissy, need a drink. Ah, Jager in the cooler.
Gotta get ready for today’s ride. I’ll write more later!!!
Saturday, February 4, 2006, 8:49 AM
Dude, where do I begin…

Took off yesterday morning on a group ride. About 35 of us took off following Jim, only 2 bikes that were 2-up. Little did I know that as passengers, we were going to be dubbed the bravest people on the ride.
Took off toward the mountain range and the road quickly turned to dirt. Our first stop after about 10 miles and about half the dudes are peeing already. Couldn’t take any pics until Austin Powers finished his power-pee. We had no idea what we were in for…
So here we are, first time riding 2-up on the dirt, and we are thrown into the lions’ den. Off we go up, up, up and allllllllmost down. We never stood up together (thanks, Cheryl, for kicking our asses later) and just about dropped the bike once. Talk about a mix of dirt, sand and gravel that can fuck you up. We both put our feet down, bracing for the fall. But, alas, no ground contact. I honestly was never scared as I trusted my driver (and I always do). Up further we went into the range, sweatin’ like you wouldn’t believe. We would follow the path of least resistance/sand and dirt. Watch out for rocks that slip – that would be all of them. Just as we’re about the get to the peak, A FUCKING STEER RUNS ACROSS THE BIKE IN FRONT OF US. Dude, a steer! Livestock, out in BFE, California?!? I was bustin’ a stitch laughing out of sheer disbelief. Awesome. Got to th

We kept going, found the paved road and turned left onto Power Line Road. But while on the paved road, I had a chance to hang back and enjoy the landscape. I looked up and the sky was a maze of jet steam trails, a beautiful blue painted with streaming white ribbons. The area is surrounded by at least 3-5 military bases and other various military sites so there were bound to be many planes flying overhead. What we assumed to be sonic booms could be heard for many miles. Power Line Road turned out to be another good dirt road for which Terry and I stood 90% of the time. Made it to another summit overlooking Stateline, NV. Learned that a 650 just up and died behind us. A couple of people went back to pick up the rider and would send someone out later to pick up the bike. The rest of us took off for Stateline. What a cool ride in, dropping right into a casino


Didn’t get back to the ranch until about 4:15 (it was over 100 miles back), grabbed our suits and shower gear and headed over to Delights Hot Springs Hotel. Man, this place looked toe-up from the outside (think boxes on top of dirt surrounded by trailers and mobile homes) but it was a smidge of heaven for all of us. Walked in like we owned the place (as Jim told us to) and noticed a lot of guys walking in and out of the different baths, some naked. Nice. Don’t really need to see 50 year old sack that just crawled out of a pot of boiling water. But then they didn’t really expect to see me their either. Remember, there are 150 people at this rally, 8 are women, so the ratio is soooo in the chicks favor. Saw a room called the “Lobster Pot”, opened the door and found ‘the guys’ simmering, drinking beer and jawin’ about the day. (The guys: Pete, Austin, Jules, Scott and a few other random dudes.) We hopped on in (okay, slowly entered) and enjoying the 110(?) degree water. Later, Pete admitted that just 5 minutes before we got there that they really hoped that Terry and I were there to join them. Gotta love my boys! Found the women’s bathroom, showered then went on the hunt for a friggin’ plug for the blow dryer. Hello!! Women’s bathroom with NO PLUGS?!? Found one OUTSIDE in the DARK, so away I went. Even straightened the do. Fabulous.
Drove back for dinner that was later dubbed “that chewy brown meat”. Don’t get me wrong, the food was excellent the entire time, but that night the meat was a little ‘difficult.’ Austin’s knife even jumped out of his hand, went through the slat in the bar and wouldn’t come out. No joke. Then, Terry spotted the G-string which as soon as Pete saw it dubbed it the eye patch. Ah, to act like you’re fourteen again. Sweetheart, you’re a beautiful girl, but when you’re wearing a thong in front of 150 dudes, you gotta tuck it in or at least even up the sides. I love guy humor. I’m so glad that we hooked up with the Ventura guys – we ALWAYS find the band of cool dudes up for a fabulous time and all the “shenanigans’ to go with it (i.e. the cooler..wink, wink). Wouldn’t have it any other way. And we’re always hanging out by the bar. Go figure. Used up 2 of my 3 beer tickets that night. Gotta pace myself or make some connections.
Sunday, February 5, 2006, 12:58 PM
Driving home up I-5, plugged into the inverter, downloading pictures and trying to complete my entries. We were away from camp during the day and cleaning up & eating/drinking/talking at night which leaves zero time for typing. Technology has helped me once again. Oops! Pulling off for some In-N-Out, chat more later.
Sunday, February 5, 2006, 2:14 PM
The Bay Area gang was hanging at the Chevron station at Kettleman City taking a break before the home stretch. Met some very cool local boys – Brent, Issa, etc. Hope to get a ride in with them sometime in the future.
Anyway, our Saturday ride. I don’t even know where to start, but here goes…

Because we woke up totally sore from the previous day’s ride, we were banking on a road trip to Vegas, take the scenic route, get a new tat, ride back in time for dinner. But you know I’m always up for shuffling the plans. Austin and Jules wandered over and were chattin’ with the dudes next to us as I made them some coffee. We asked Austin where they were going that day and he invited us out with them. Now keep in mind, these guys are waaaaaay more experienced than us AND they’re riding solo. Over rides Hans and Pete, Austin mentions to Pete that we might be interested and Pete waves us on. It’s a go and we have no idea what kind of day we’re in for, thankfully. We suit up (Damn! Our gear stanks! Whew!!) and off we ride into the desert, 8 bikes and 9 people. We gassed up in Shoshone with everybody else (Jim’s ride, other group rides, some Harley folks). When you’re the only gas for miles, you get a little busy. We took off n

When we hit that first patch of sand, we stopped in our tracks and went right over. The future did not look bright. Okay, so it was our first drop of the trip. No problem. Let’s pick it up and press on. But wait, the entire next ¼ mile is all deep sand and gravel (I know, guys, it’s not as deep as Friday’s ride, but deep enough) and we’re riding 2-up. Gotta keep going. I’m now off the bike and Terry’s trying to just get the back tir



We made it! Dead Man’s Pass, 3300 feet! We survived. Notch that ride up. Took some pics, ate some food and pressed on to the next meeting spot. That ride was cool, up the whole time. Now the arches in the feet are starting to burn. Can’t turn back nor puss out (that was yesterday). We were off to Willow Springs, another 11 or 12 miles to go. Now it was really getting beautiful and starting to get more treacherous for us riding 2-up on streets. The sand was now replaced with washes, good up and down hillside terrain and lots of sliding rocks with some gravel thrown in just for shits and giggles. Up and over we went, cutting off Hans (sorry!) one time when we had to gun it up a steep climb. Couldn’t stop. Another stop at an awesomely beautiful locale, snow on the far mountains, peaks everywhere, and a trail that led down, down, down. Five miles from our destination. Determination reigns supreme. About ½ mile from the spot and we roll up on the guys as they were



We pack up the whole stinky crew, beers in head, and drive over to the tubs. Jeff mentioned that he didn’t have a suit and would I mind if he went naked? Not a problem, dude. He ended up borrowing a pair of boxers from Jules. I think I may have called his bluff (Buff?) We rolled up on the Lobster Pot with a line of dudes at the shower, thankfully all clothed. Damn that water felt goooood!!! I couldn’t wait to wash off the day’s sweat and dig out the rocks in my scalp. We all sat drinking our beer, reminiscing about the day and wishing that SOMEBODY delivered pizza to Tecopa. Once again, I was off to the shower, not wanting to hold up the guys. Pete was leaving soon so I had to make sure and see him off. After bitchin’ about driving my fat-ass around all afternoon, it’s a kiss and a hug with a promise to keep in touch. We were about to pile back in the Yukon when Robert, Tecopa artisan water extraordinaire, offers to show us the springs and give the 50 cent tour. Hey, we’re game! This water was so sacred that they used only the best plywood and boulder Tecopa had to offer to keep out the riff-raff. And then we walked by the single-wides to see the lake of run-off water. Robert, you’re a strange little man. Classic.
Riding back to camp with a bunch of drunk dudes is a moment to behold. Vagina jerky? Gotta love it – thanks John! We were STARVING!! Please, let there be food left!! What do you mean you might be out of chicken? Wait, here comes another tray. Whew. Grab that bottle of wine with the ticket (thankfully still had that) and start shoveling in the food. As we’re eating, we’re talking with Adam, one of the RawHyde food guys, about riding 2-up. He and his wife, Danielle, are pretty much experts and offers to go on s

Sunday morning. Hmmph. It was a sad morning, not just because we had to leave but because we could barely move. Rigor mortis. And we have to pack up? Fuck. Okay, quit complaini

I can’t end this journey without thanking all those who helped us make it through the sand and the experience. To Jim Hyde, thank you for RawHyde, your expertise and your open & welcoming personality. It was great



See you next year RawHyders, hopefully sooner and hopefully on my own 650. Now Pete, about that deal…

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