This small bridge followed a long climb which took us to more stable elevations. Of course, "stable" is all relative.
Jeff's shoe puts this in perspective.
If we had stopped to photograph all of these, we'd still be in the woods.
Cameras tend to flatten out everything. This drop was scary, but J.J. did it twice so we could get a good photo.
I, on the other hand, was perfectly fine doing this drop just once.
This was the link between the two halves of the trail. It was also our last chance to bail out.
The builders moved all this wood and steel high up the mountain. How, I can't imagine.
This was a view from the big bridge.
To protect sensitive areas of the forest, trails were sometimes raised.
Most of this wood was recycled from nearby fallen trees, cut onsite and built into these types of structures.
It wouldn't be a long fall, but a rough one.
This guy. He has strong legs.
The descent heated up our brakes. J.J. rubbed his leg against his rear brake rotor and its imprint was branded into his calf.
