After a raucous night of merriment and an intense Scrabble competition (La Jefa won again) we awoke to a drizzly, foggy Saturday morning. The same as the day before and the day before that with the exception of this day it was about 32 degrees. No one was too eager to venture out into the slop so we had a leisurely breakfast, some of the crew took naps, and eventually around 2:30 in the afternoon we rode the 3.5 minute pedal to the trails.
The trails were covered in wet leaves so it made the riding interesting. The top trail was, to say the least, slick in spots, as the hard pack soil now wore a greasy toupee of leaves over its shiny scalp. Every turn that I am used to slamming into with reckless abandon now required something I shun in all but the most dire circumstances, concentration. The trails are not only visually different this time of year it is almost a different type of riding. having four distinctly different seasons as we do here really keeps one from becoming bored with riding, even when riding the same trails over and over. The same trail can take on four or more very different characteristics through the year. For those of you that don't ride all year long you are really missing out on something.
After riding the top we dropped down a little and rode Mountain Mist. For those who don't know Mountain Mist is a rocky trail, very rocky in some places. Riding it in these conditions was like riding on a bunch of bowling balls washed in a bath of Pedros Ice Wax without being able to see the greasy spheres. After this circus we rode thru the sinks and out to the closed road for another loop on the campground trail before heading home just about dark. A good ride for a dismal day.
Becky and Rich have some pics, if they send them to me I will post them.
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