I mentioned my problem to Paul who has visited this lake a few times and has walked out with some pretty tasty looking trout on occasion. He offered to show me the way in.
I had been on the right track, but I had stopped short by a fair bit. He took me over some very nasty looking "tank trap" mounds that appear at first to be impossible to get over. Standing up on the footpegs makes all the difference in this: the bike is under far better control when the centre of gravity is lifted higher. I was pretty surprised how easily I went over some while standing. (And equally unsurprised how my backside returned to the seat like a magnet if I allowed it). We eventually made it to Round Lake in one piece.
|Our bikes at Round Lake|
The ride to Kidney was quite difficult in spots and was reached by traveling up a fairly steep grade on fairly large chunks of sharp crushed rock. Of course, rather than thinking of my own safety, I was more concerned about the state of my tires after being cut into by such sharp rocks. We got there... and back... and it was worth it.
|Paul looks longingly at the Kawasaki KLX250, wishing he hadn't frittered his money away on a substandard motorcycle|