In the truck on the way home, so I will start my tale. For tose that just want to look at the photos without any narative, here is the link to the photobucket album.
Hatfield-McCoy October 2014 Photos by kicker431 | Photobucket
There will be more later when I can access the memory card on my remaining GoPro.
For those who want the narrative, read on.
We left Upstate Ny Monday Morning and arrived in the evening to Bramwell ATV Resort in Bramwell WV. We had a "cabin" which was a smallish room with bunkbeds, coffee maker, minifrdge, and hotplate. Most important it had a bathroom with shower and what appeared to be a limitless supply of hot water. So while the accommodations were far from 5 star, dividing the $125/night among 4 of us, left me paying $30 a night. Couldn't argue much. We cooked on the barbecue grill outside and ate on the foldup table but otherwise really only used the room for sleeping. The place has a hose that borders on being a pressure washer for cleaning your machine whn you get back from your daily ride.
The first night we went for a short ride to see what there was to offer.
The trails are closed after dark but we were so excited to be there we went on a little 8 mile loop and were only gone for 30 minutes. It had rained a lot (and would continue to do so) so things were pretty muddy and slick, which only added to the fun.
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The next morning we met a friend who spends a lot of time at HMT. He (Driving his Maverick 1000) took us on a long ride to Spencer (I think it was called) including a bunch of outlaw trails. This was a place he called the top of the world.
We found a fun little mud pit. The Maverick didn't get through but did get himself out backwards. Then my buddy on his Outlander Max got truly stuck and I was privelaged to winch him out.
He tried again and made it the second time. I made it through on my first attempt.
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The aftermath
We also found some nice scenery while out and about. We rode hard though and made over 90 miles that day getting back after dark and after it had started raining.
The second day the 4 of us traveling together decided to explore Pocahontas Trails. The friend with the Maverick had headed home so we took it easy and enjoyed the ride. Pocahontas isn't a large trail system but provides decent variety. I started the day by trying a water hole that got really deep after being 3/4 of the way through.
and having to be winched out by my buddy's outlander. This evened the score
We found som water,
a little mud,
and some steep hills.
We hit all the green and blue trails as well as all the black that were open.
Some have been closed due to logging. We even found a large tree that was blocking a trail and had to use 2 winches to pull it out of the way, just in time for another group to pass while we were catching our breath.
The third day we loaded the machines onto the trailer and took a drive over to Rock House. This is where things went awry. After mastering all the black trails at Pocahontas the day before we went right to Black Trail #32. The Outlander Max went up with a little difficulty. The most inexperienced rider rolled his Grizzly backward and I grabbed it before it went off the trail. We straightened the handlebars and got it up the hill. I was next.
I went for a right side line but had to move center to not hit the tree on the right near the top. The tires hit the rock step and flew up and over. The machine rolled over me once and then kept going. Off the side of the trail
I jumped up to try and grab it before it made it off the trail but could only stand and watch as the machine played PLINKO, spreading my tools and belongings, until it was out of sight. Even when out of sight we could still hear it bouncing down the mountain. The one guy who hadn't gone up turned around and went back. The two that made it to the top went around and met us at the bottom. I walked down the side of the hill looking for my stuff as I went. I found most of it except my newest GoPro which had been mounted on the headlight pod. This is what I found when I got to the next switchback in the trail.
Needless to say I was stunned and at a loss. But I called a Trail Ranger to report the accident. And arranged to meet and insurance adjuster the next afternoon. It took us the whole rest of the day to get the remains to a place where we could get the trailer. Finally ended up just hooking the Grizzly 700 and dragging it backward for 4 miles. Then lifting and winching it onto the trailer.
It was a long day with a few minor injuries and a huge loss. Total miles made: 9
The third day became maintenance day. I was waiting on the insurance adjuster. One Griz needed a new spark plug. One needed a bearing and a belt (after towing my scrap out of the mountains). So we hung out at camp and cleaned up and played mechanic. Once the insurance adjuster came and gave me a pretty good idea of my coverage, it was time to go SHOPPING.
I waffled between a leftover 2013 Outlander 1000 with all the bells and whistles but the Polaris guy finally threw in a winch, bumpers, and handguards on a brand new 2015 Sportsman 850 SP. I took it for a spin in the parking lot and was in love.
By the time I signed paperwork and the dealership installed my accessories, that ended the day for us. (I don't spend that kind of money quickly) But now we were ready for a finally day of riding before heading home.
The guys made me lead the way on the last day. Being on a new machine that I had never ridden they wanted me to set the pace. The 850 SP with it's power steering made them regret that decision. It's so smooth and the power steering takes all the work out of it. We rode from Bramwell at the Pocahontas trailhead, across the Indian Ridge Connector to the Pinnacle Creek Connector and had lunch in Pineville. Made just over 100 miles and broke the new machine in right. We moved fast so not many photos were taken. At the end of the day, the CanAm Rider and both Grizzly riders were stiff and sore. I was ready to go on further but rain had moved in and we needed to pack for the return home. But here a few photos from the last day.
And the aftermath of the ride was a dirty Wheeler and a huge smile. As much as I loved my old '04, I think it's death was well served to get me this new, beautiful, powerful, comfortable machine.