I thought you guys might like to hear my little riding adventure story. I'll try and be short. Last month we decided to do a day ride from Dove Springs to Lake Isabella. Beautiful day and nice fun trails. We lost the trail about 1:00pm. Mudslides, snow and just being impatient and idiots we decided to bushwack it down the mountain thinking we would pickup a trail. One buddy said we should stick to the map and try and find the trail or backtrack and pickup another trail. We called him a moron and girl and said we should just ride down the mountain. Well when we realized we could not make it back up the mountain(steepness,sand, rocks) we decided to abandon the bikes and walk out. We were in a ravine the size of the Grand Canyon. Ok I exagerated a little. Anyway, it was dark, we had no energy and it was getting cold. So, at about 5500 feet, we started our trek down the mountain, leaving $20K in bikes. No way someone was gong to steal them because no idiot would do what we did. As soon as we started walking I turned on my SPOT which if none of you have I highly recommend. For the next 3+ hours we walked down the mountain until we came to a house around 11:00pm. Great people and they gave us a ride to Dove Springs to our trucks. We were spent. Luckily my son got the SPOT signal and was tracking us on Google. When one friend didn't show up his wife called mine and she knew we were ok. The other buddies wife didn't know where he was. All she knew was that he went riding with an old high school buddy. His wife freaked and called the Sheriff's dept. The sheriff said maybe his buddy brought him up to the desert to kill him. I am not joking. The guys wife freaked even more. She wanted them to send a heli but the Sheriff said no because by this time they had found the wife of his high school friend who told the Sheriffs my son was getting GPS signal we were ok and moving. So around 11:15 he called his wife and she was happy. Next day I called helicopter service to see what it would cost to get bikes out. $3,000. Not a bad price but one buddy wanted to try and get them out. So the next Sunday, 12 guys set out for the adventure of a lifetime. Seriously. It took us almost three hours to get to the bikes. With ropes, good tall riders and muscle, we got the bikes out. It took all day. People I didn't really know came out to help. What great guys. I'll never forget what they did. Bikes were fine after a week at 5,500 feet. My two buddies thought we were going to be killed by some desert rat or raped. Funny what we talked and thought about walking down the mountain that evening. We saw bear tracks and joked about being bear food. I carry a small 357 lightweight S & W so I told my buddies to stick close. We had hit a wall and were exhausted walking in our gear. It was an amazing adventure and I will never forget the people who helped us. So stick to your map and get a SPOT or GPS phone. Don't be an idiot like me. At 49 you would think I would be smarter. Ride safe.