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The B*ds rolled upon Scappoose two cars deep. Northwest Oregon was suffering the melt off of what the news was calling the worst snowstorms in 40 years.
Once everyone had urinated, we were ready to ride. The trails were muddy and snowy. The farther we pushed in, the worse it got. Trees were blown down over the trail. The trail itself was a layer of snow, over a layer of ice, over a 6” deep stream of freezing runoff.
As the downed trees became thicker, eventually some resorted to an advanced form of traversing which was part scramble, part unicycle-shot-put.
The ice trail eventually turned back into mud, and made for some excellent downhill riding, however brief.
In short, as Gunt put “It sucked rain soaked frozen balls.”
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