We had just finished running Ballard Road and then we drove west on Buckhorn Road a little over a mile to the trailhead for West White Pine Mountain. We were still aired down and disconnected so we wasted little time tackling the trail.
We were pleasantly surprised to find that this trail was a little chunky compared to Ballard Road. It had us concentrating a little more as we climbed and climbed and climbed some more.
We were rolling along just fine when we found ourselves on a narrow ridge road with a Jeep and a Toyota coming down the mountain toward us. They sat in their vehicles and waited for us to walk up to them. Walt got to them and told the other drivers that we had eight in our group. When they heard that, they were very nice and proceeded to back up until they found suitable places to pull off of the trail.
When we were rolling again it wasn't long before we ran into an area that looked like it was painted red. The trail, rocks and trees were covered with fire retardant. It appeared that the slurry made a direct hit because the only trees that looked like they recently burned were red.
One switchback later and we found ourselves at the end of the trail. There was a nice loop to park at the top that held all eight vehicles. We all checked out the foundation of what looked like it was a fire lookout station at one time. While we were there we even posed for a rare picture of the group.
After hanging out for a bit at the top of the mountain we worked our way back down to start another trail.