After getting to Tropic an hour early and seeing all the sites... ok, maybe just the cultural museum (which had an incredibly clean bathroom, thank you very much), we jumped on our rides and headed out into the wilderness. Oh, but one cannot forget those helmets. Mine was a bit too tight but I never felt the pain for the first two hours. That was all dealing with the horrors of not falling off the path or then mis-shifting while driving up a steep hill of loose rocks. But all was manageable and, yes, I survived.
|Miss Jill ready to roll|
|Looking up from a canyon|
At least the boots we brought for the hiking worked out for the rides as well. My boots were initially black... I think they're a touch grey now. Then again I might want to wash them.
|Mister John decked out in glorious splendor|