So I was off. First, across Big Erick's Bridge.
Finding the turn off for Bald Mountain is always tough. You have to choose correctly from a series of side roads that all look identical. Even with a GPS, I've managed to screw it up. Oh yeah, did I mention I didn't bring my GPS? (This is what the pros call "foreshadowing".)
Anyway, I picked this one.
And hey, I knew right away from the sign that I had picked the right one.
Bald Mountain from the road.
The trail starts getting a little overgrown.
And finally, I run out of trail. Yes, my bike is locked to that tree. I have no idea who I'm kidding about that. But I hauled that damn lock around, so now I'm going to use it.
Stored my precious cargo under a few rocks to buy myself some time while I go mountain climbing.
And after that, it's pretty much straight up. It's not so much a run as a scramble on all fours.