Harwood has lived off the western ridge of Mica for a year and attempted to find his way to the top once last summer but the maze of fire roads, deer trails, and no trespassing signs stopped him. We started up the road with the idea of finding a trail that would take us to the top. We made progress up the mountain through some brutal-at-times bushwhacking, but finally relented and found a spur road that led us back to the main summit road.
The route as tracked by the GPS that got us there and back:
We both embraced the cold and wet, deciding that the adventure was much better than being warm, dry, and bored at home.
Warming up in the car, documenting the dirt on my face:
A parting shot of how my large mountain bike barely squeezes onto the rack: