We arrived late Thursday evening at Fork Rock. Loaded the bikes, and rode off into the desert looking for a good place to camp. The moon was so bright we rode without our lights, set camp on top of a bunch of cow patties and passed out. We set out late morning, the roads gradually gaining elevation and growing steeper the closer to the volcano that we got.Once we reached the rim we flowed through single track, making it about a quarter of the way around the rim before descending. We greatly appreciated the break from climbing and the descent felt more like bliss.

We met with Erin at the lake, and then we ascended again. Mostly by pushing.