Our convoy arrived
at DuPont ready to have a fun day.
started out climbing up some fire roads, and when we got to the first
intersection we noticed some signs that looked like they were marking a race
Just then, a few runners came
We cheered and heckled them, then
took off towards the Hilltop trail.
we hit the singletrack, the runners started coming by more frequently.
We pulled over and let each one go by, but it
was starting to get a little annoying (especially on the fast downhill stuff.)
eventually we hit the end of that trail and got away from the runners by
checking out some waterfall action.
After that, more
fire road climbing. We didn’t really see
anymore runners, but the roads were busy with other cyclists and some
hikers. Taking a slight detour off our
route, we stopped at a covered bridge to check out the top of High Falls.
We had some first
timers in our group, and the route I took them on was a nice intro. Before we left the covered bridge, I warned
everyone that the climb would get a little shitty. It did, but at least it was on a fire road
still. Once we made the final grunt to
the top, we got to ride on the airstrip and were rewarded with one of the
nicest views out there.
After hanging out
for photos and conversation, we descended the Airstrip trail in a hurry. The group loved the fast downhill, and
everyone was all smiles.
I decided to change
the route up a bit at this point, and since we were close we decided to hit Bridal Veil Falls.
I’m glad we did,
since it’s one of the neatest things to see out there.
And since there
were no longer any signs stating otherwise, we went behind the falls.
The rocks were
slippery, but I learned a long time ago that if I take my shoes off, my
socks give me way more traction.
We were far across
the forest, and the next part of our route would take a while. After finishing up at the falls we had to
climb up a gravel path to get to the main road.
It was at that point my stomach started feeling the effects of too many
breakfast burritos with way too much hot sauce.
The group rode up while I pushed my bike (for fear of having an
accident.) On the way up I ran into the
Dirty Party Cycle and The Z Crew, and while I did have a nice conversation with
them I was hoping that I would make it to a bathroom.
Sorry if I seemed
to be in a hurry.
Anyway, we rode
lots of fireroad, and along the way I contemplated stopping in the woods to uh,
alleviate my stomach issue. I fought it
off, but it kept getting worse. Like a
mirage in the desert though, the top of the last climb had an oasis of porta
It was a photo
finish. That’s all I need to say.
Now that I felt
better, we played around on the skills area nearby. It was fun as always…
Some people were
getting tired since we’d been out for so long, so I assured everyone that we
had “one more climb” until some rad downhill.
We all made it, and the reward was a fast, fun descent down the
Well, sort of.
We all took off one
by one, with me somewhere in the middle after trying to wrangle the group. The trail was in perfect condition, so I was
letting it all hang out by going as fast as possible. Coming around a corner, I spotted a bunch of
horses (with riders) coming up the trail.
I had plenty of time to stop and pull over, and they were very kind as
they rode by. They told me there were
eight of them, so after I counted them all I hopped back on the bike and let it
go again. I weaved around a blind corner
after scrubbing a little speed, then let off the brakes again to hit the last
half mile as fast as I could.
Out of nowhere,
there were two more horses. I grabbed
both brakes as hard as I could. I had my
drooper post down and my weight all the way back, but my bike started tipping
forward. The first horse was jumping
around like crazy, either from being scared to death of being hit or the fear of me kissing
it on the mouth.
Yeah, I was that
I hopped off my
bike and pulled to the side of the trail.
The horse riders said nothing until I asked if there were any more
They seemed pretty
clueless about everything. I wasn’t mad,
but I wondered why they would pick that trail to ride up with horses. You know, the one that always has mountain
bikers flying out of it at high rates of speed.
I think our group did a great job of sharing the trails, but it was
still pretty scary. I guess I’m glad me
or the horse didn’t get hurt.
It was still a
really fun day. A long day in the saddle
riding some sweet singletrack, checking out some pretty waterfalls, and hanging
out with cool peeps. I enjoy it every
time we go.
Our camping trip
was once again a success. We had some
good rides, drank good beer at the best shop up in the hills, and ate like
And adventures like these are why I
love mountain biking.