Did I mention the mud? I got two mountain bike rides in the last couple of days and both were the muddiest mountain biking I have ever done. I got my butt kicked by it!
Thursday, I rode Japanese Gulch after work. These trails are perfect because they are literally right up against Boeing property. Five minutes into my ride I ran into a washed out section of trail that was unridable. The steep and muddy hillside forced me to hike-and-bike. I would make it two steps, fall on my butt, and slide three steps back. I couldnt even hold my bike up. Then I found a tree in the middle of the trail. I had to crawl under and then pull my bike under after me. From there on out my ride consisted of me biking a tenth of a mile coming around a muddy corner and and sliding out. Then riding another tenth of a mile and hitting some wet roots and falling. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Saturday, Blair was here and we drove down to Black Diamond to ride. These trails were a blast. I’ve never been to a trail system with so many teeter-totters, bridges, and other obstacles. I would never ride any of it, but I was fascinated. Again, I must have fallen half a dozen times. My whole body is covered in bruises. I nursed my wounds at Dairy Queen with a mint Oreo blizzard and my great company.
I have a feeling that more mud is in my forecast for the week.