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I took my motorcycle up the logging roads to the silverstar mountain range.
There was a pile of subaru outbacks and trucks at the bottom of the hill because they couldnt get past the washout rutts in the road.
I buzzed right past them.
I had the mountain all to myself, no city fags, no hiking roasties, no anything.
It was so quiet and beautiful out.
I also found a severed elk head, which was metal.