I backtracked 231 to 227 and proceeded to follow it, my map showing it would eventually bring me back into Irvine.
At this point I got lazy and decided to hang the camera off my wrist as I was not travelling that fast down the gravel. If I saw something of interest, i would just raise it, aim and shoot. I think my pics from this point came out pretty good by doing that.
Funny I said something of interest, because not far down the road, I saw two deer, standing in the right side of the road. I pulled in the clutch, coasted, and got my camera ready, trying to get as close as I could before they ran off. The picture makes it look like they were a long way off, but they were quite close, enough I almost had to stop. Then all of a sudden with one big leap they both were in the trees to the left, long gone.
It's amazes me how the feeling of loneliness can get to a person quickly when in the back country.
Ah, but it doesn't last long. I was needing this kind of get away. The feeling of lifes lil pressures melting into the warm sun and the beauty of the forest and the rumble of my trusty KLR.