Friday, Day 5
I've got shots of Babes, but this was a 1st AM ritual, Cooney doin work!
After the AM entertainment, the 3 of us went virgin wash hunting. First stop was to readjust my shifter, that I changed that morning.
TWS admiring the view.
Not too far down the trail, the fresh washes started popping up.
Where we came from.
Where we're headed.
Eventually, the wash we were in, took us to the 86.
To get past the highway, you'll have to ride a short, gnarly section of boulders, then jump down a 5 foot drop off.
I'll return someday, and take it a little farther.
We turned around, and took another finger of the wash, until I could hop out, and see where we were.
Where we came from.
I barely missed a small dirt nap here. 
Where we're headed.
Those where the last pictures from the trail that day. It was another 30+ mile day, with shat loads of virgin washes, and no other riders in site. That is, until we got back closer to Pole Line.
Being New Years Eve, major festevities were planned.
Sawyer, emptying the large wine bottle.
He said, he was trying to spit it in the fire, and try to make it ignite. 
The seven Christmas trees, ready to go.
Ignition!
We were only 1 for 3, on the Mickey/Sobe bombs, and I didn't get any shots of the attempts.
Here's TWS lighting the last of Trav's fireworks.
After that, yes, at 9:00, I went to bed. I needed to get ready for my big day,
coming up next. 
