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Jimbo(san)
Guest
The trails and riders here are demarked by east and west The Easties
think they have the world by the nuts... The trails are long and fast
and groomed to perfection, but they rarely ride anywhere outside of
their local trails. They have this sort of inbreeding going on... They
get faster and faster on their own trails but can't ride anything
outside of their own territory.
The western trails are rough and technical (read
washed out from overuse and poorly designed) but they have easier
access
to the world of trails off of the island... The true mountains! Carla
and I are now living in the eastie kingdom... I am not complaining. We
feel we have the best of both worlds. When we want long trails we are
now half the distance and the real off island trails are only an extra
half hour away. Our new home trails are less crowded and there is some
decent variety. We haven't been on a trail in a long long time... and
we
were chomping at the bit for a chance to get out. Saturday passed us
by
and we woke up Sunday to another long list of chores. Carla gave me the
choice of finishing our taxes off. Which meant a trip to the store for
printer ink and most likely a few more stops... basically killing the
afternoon. Choice B seemed better... Drop everything till later and
ride... We decided to boot scoot and boogy to Calvertton and get a ride
in... The sky was saying rain but we chose to keep looking foward...
not
up! We began the long forgotten ritual of getting ready for the ride...
It has been months since we have been on a trail... We dressed and
Carla
chose her geared bike... She told me that there was no way she could SS
the trail at her current fitness level... I agreed, disagreed, took out
my SS put it back and went for the H/T... Carla is a wise woman. We got
to the trail and it is like magic... The love came right back. It felt
to me like that odd shaped piece of the puzzle that had been missing
was
slipped into place. The entire picture made sense.
My mind relaxed and I felt the flow come right back...
My body rebelled a bit... I can't blame it for wanting to stay indoors
and take it easy, but I eventually got it to work for me and not
agianst. We saw a doe and fawn and stood for a while close by but
upwind... watching each other... it was like seeing old friends. We
rode out to the scuttle hole and it's hilly fun. Just as we crested
back
onto the ridge that runs around it I could hear the gentle sound of
rain
falling... We were both tired and decided the direct route out would be
best... We skipped a few technical bypasses and headed back to the
truck... The rain stopped falling and the woods were so quiet... We
both
felt tired but so happy to be back! We are planning for more rides...
It's nice to be back on the nice horsey!
Jimbo(san)
think they have the world by the nuts... The trails are long and fast
and groomed to perfection, but they rarely ride anywhere outside of
their local trails. They have this sort of inbreeding going on... They
get faster and faster on their own trails but can't ride anything
outside of their own territory.
The western trails are rough and technical (read
washed out from overuse and poorly designed) but they have easier
access
to the world of trails off of the island... The true mountains! Carla
and I are now living in the eastie kingdom... I am not complaining. We
feel we have the best of both worlds. When we want long trails we are
now half the distance and the real off island trails are only an extra
half hour away. Our new home trails are less crowded and there is some
decent variety. We haven't been on a trail in a long long time... and
we
were chomping at the bit for a chance to get out. Saturday passed us
by
and we woke up Sunday to another long list of chores. Carla gave me the
choice of finishing our taxes off. Which meant a trip to the store for
printer ink and most likely a few more stops... basically killing the
afternoon. Choice B seemed better... Drop everything till later and
ride... We decided to boot scoot and boogy to Calvertton and get a ride
in... The sky was saying rain but we chose to keep looking foward...
not
up! We began the long forgotten ritual of getting ready for the ride...
It has been months since we have been on a trail... We dressed and
Carla
chose her geared bike... She told me that there was no way she could SS
the trail at her current fitness level... I agreed, disagreed, took out
my SS put it back and went for the H/T... Carla is a wise woman. We got
to the trail and it is like magic... The love came right back. It felt
to me like that odd shaped piece of the puzzle that had been missing
was
slipped into place. The entire picture made sense.
My mind relaxed and I felt the flow come right back...
My body rebelled a bit... I can't blame it for wanting to stay indoors
and take it easy, but I eventually got it to work for me and not
agianst. We saw a doe and fawn and stood for a while close by but
upwind... watching each other... it was like seeing old friends. We
rode out to the scuttle hole and it's hilly fun. Just as we crested
back
onto the ridge that runs around it I could hear the gentle sound of
rain
falling... We were both tired and decided the direct route out would be
best... We skipped a few technical bypasses and headed back to the
truck... The rain stopped falling and the woods were so quiet... We
both
felt tired but so happy to be back! We are planning for more rides...
It's nice to be back on the nice horsey!
Jimbo(san)
