We left at a good pace which came to a crawl when we hit the gravel. They dumped fresh gravel just a few months prior, it was like riding on ball bearings. Things sped up when we hit the single track where I learned not to follow butch when he's on a CX bike.
All smiles, but this was the first cemetery. The belt rubbed against the front ring in the lower gears, annoying, but it didn't bother me. I ran over a downed log that popped up and hit the ring, luckly it didn't bend. It's not like a chainring, where I can bend it back.
Getting to Callahan was via the single track, it was a mostly gravel path for horses. We made a wrong turn at an unmarked intersection but that didn't slow us down too much. Parts of the forest were a beautiful pine grove, which reminded me of Washington state.