With only a few days remaining before I fly out and some bad weather expected between now and then, I took advantage of a fairly calm moment to get in one last and somewhat short ride on my fat bike. Rather than subject any of my bikes to the salty local roads, I took one of my favourite roads less traveled. However, calling it a road is somewhat misleading.
In a strictly legal sense it is a road but one where where most vehicles fear to tread. Originally it was a fire department access but even that use is obsolete these days. However, if you don’t mind riding through some streams and over a couple of bridges that would not look out of place in an Indiana Jones movie, it is doable on a fat bike. Not a bad ride with my dog giving it his highest, two paws up, rating. The roads I encounter in Africa will likely be an improvement.