Sunday, I had intentions to ride. Originally I planned on a road ride but when I woke up Sunday morning with temps below freezing (22 degrees) I knew that this might be my last chance to ride the mukluk with a bit of snow on the ground. I figured the ride would either be a total blast with solid, frozen trails or totally suck balls in a quagmire of shit. Thankfully, it ended up being a blast. Some of the north facing trails retained their snow pack and were a post holey nightmare but most of the trails had lost 95% of the snow so actual single track was had.
singletrack, it's in there.
really, it is
a river runs through it. to be fair, this trail is actually in a stream bed year round
and a cool tree I saw. no the sky wasn't actually red but it fit the treeas well as something else that happened on the ride
You may remember that a couple of years ago, I got attacked by a hawk while riding in the preserve and being the blog whore that I am I got a video. Well, Sunday I met my arch nemesis again.
Thankfully, no attacking happened this time. Just some circling and scaring me but I now know where the nest is (about 50' off the trail) so I'm sure we'll meet again sometime this summer.