It seemed like another loop might work out, because the two-track was somewhat smooth on the low end. So the next day we biked up to the top of the alluvial fan on a major road, and descended on that two-track. Yuk! Well, it could have been worse. The rocks could have been sharp as well as 'baby head' sized. Just think what steel spokes have to put up with! I worried about puncturing the rear bike tire because it was a thin, light-duty tire. All the way down I thought about what the geologists claim: that large rocks drop out first (from the stream flow down the alluvial fan), and smaller rocks make it further down. So maybe I had something to look forward to. But would reality actually live up to " book larnin' " for a change? It happened more gradually than I wanted and the change wasn't completely uniform, but by the time we reached the bottom of the two-track, it had become four times smoother than at the top. The alluvial fan was no longer a rand
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