There is a system of trails in the foothills near where I live. Really, I’m pretty sure there is just one official trail, but there are countless spurs, social trails, old double-tracks...
I take pride in being a great passenger on road trips. I entertain, provide snacks, select playlists, look up facts on the internet (when there is cell coverage), pet the bossy snout of Mack...
We all know the joy in finding a new, amazing place to ride/camp/fish, especially if that place is one that you discovered on your own, that is only marginally mentioned on the internet, that the shop guys don’t have the info on, that isn’t on any app.
Spending 10 days on the road, camping, fishing, mountain biking, and trail
running might sound like a pretty fun vacation (and it is!!), but as I try not
to scratch the bug bites
The missing tooth in the mouth of the rider who passed me at the rock garden. He
didn’t clear it either, but “life goes on,” he said. He was wearing a blaze