Jon-Paul Lewis (do you guys remember him?) returned to Utah yesterday so I thought the best thing to cure his moving-across-the-country-with-many-problems hangover, would be a nice fat dose of big mountains and old motorcycles.

We went up indian trail head, up the switchbacks to squaw peak road, and turned left on the burly single track that takes you straight up and over lightning ridge.

a couple hundred yards from the top of the ridge, we hit a 50 foot patch of snow that would prove to be impassable on the jane fonda honda's...
snow tripod... just jam your iphone into the snow, hit record, and wahlah!