We have been wanting to ride the Elbow loop again for a while now, but with the conditions on the Elbow River side still a little wild, we decided we may as well day trip out and back on the Little Elbow River side. My dodgy knee was hurting after getting over-excited and over-doing it, but with the dirt season nearly done, it was difficult to say no to a bike ride.
That first bridge is still out though. Wading through an icy cold river is better than coffee for a Sunday morning wake up.
We waded back and forth with bikes and offspring, successfully avoiding throwing anyone into the river.
A slow and gradual climb uphill followed. Certainly slow; not always gradual. Yellow leaves and snacks ensued.
Near the high point of the trail we hid our bikes in the forest and hiked out to the Tombstone Lakes. They were certainly lakes, and I wouldn’t hear it if anyone tried to tell me they were anything other than lakes. The fish swimming in them were certainly not an optical illusion. Sadly no photographic evidence of the lakes will be presented at this time.
Then a turn around, we hiked out again, retrieved bikes, and rolled most of the way back down the hill.
Not pictured is the two hours after the last photo was taken, when we were nearly at the bottom of the hill and Alex realised the (new, purchased after our old one died) GPS had come off its mount. He rode all the way back up to look for it while Finn and I played, then Alex came back and was cranky because he hadn’t found the GPS.
Story update: 6 weeks later and the GPS still hasn’t magically turned up. I think we may have to buy a new one :(