I meet Q at peters lake in the high desert east of Bend Oregon. The Parachute fliers where gathering for flying and riding. We rode to an ice cave, saw some falcons up close and found an obsidian chipping site. On the return trip I hit a rut and soft sand and when over the bars at CT speed I hit hard with helmet, shoulder and arm. I remounted and continued into the setting sun. Finally the bike stopped a few miles from camp. the team returned with help and got me back into camp. After a good nights rest it was sorness and a nasty road rash.