We've tried several routes to reach the top of Tabby Mountain, seen from the trailhead in this photo, but we've always run into snow, or run out of daylight.
On top of Tabby Mountain, at 10, 000 feet/ 3050 m we came upon a radio tower. That tower hadn't arrived via the same narrow roads we had traveled. Obviously, there is another, easier route from the other side of the mountain. We could have driven all the way up that way, but what fun would that have been?
It was windy up top. My safari hat kept trying to masquerade as The Flying Nun's headgear. I can't believe I'm showing this photo. Gee, I hope someone appreciates how I've humiliated myself for comic relief.
On the way down, Steve and Boss posed in front of Twelve Hundred Dollar Ridge. No, I don't have any idea how it got that name. But I do know it's very remote, and of course Steve hopes to ride there someday.
Which was okay, because we broke free of the trees and gullies just in time for the full moon's magnificent appearance.
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