I'm too tired for the normal writeup, but something has to be said.
Saturday was all about gravity. And now screwing up. Me, Chriffer, David & Amy went down and had a pretty good day at Blue Mountain. Weather was prime, trails were dry - almost dusty - and fast.
Crashes happened. Things broke. Things were fixed. Amy cooked a fabulously appreciated luncheon. Drops cleared. Sunburn burned. Sadly, Amy had to return early but the boys got a couple more hours in before heading back home.
I feel that Blue has progressed nicely since last year and while it's surely not Diablo it's a fun place to ride. The jump park scares me. The jumps there are simply too far out of my league to try. I can get up onto the tables but I doubt I'll be looking to clear any of them. The stuff out on the "Super D" course is another matter entirely though, building that up a bit more with more rhythm connections would be a great ball of fun - it would be very similar to one of my favorites at Diablo. All the rest of the tweaks, compared to last year, I found a lot of fun and good change. On the way home the boys stopped at the pizza place in Palmerton and ate two days worth of molten cheese on bread. Mmmmm.
Sunday was another game altogether.
Chriffer and I headed out and got riding at the severely early crack of 10:30am, heading out from a parking area by the lake at Halfway Dam, in RB Winter State Park, deep in Bald Eagle State Forest. This was our "penance" day of riding uphill to balance (karmically - or was it comically) our DH on Saturday.
We did a sort of counter-clockwise exploration of the area, using trail maps that I found online (thank anonymous sources, and also the Nittany MTB people). We pieced together a ride that encompassed every possible type of forest road, and quite a few miles of singletrack. Some if with Quality Chunkiness - particularly to these two rigid-bike riding fools.
There were heart-breaking climbs, back-breaking descents, brake-overheating-braking descents (Chriffer "blued" one of his rotors), huge predator birds, teeny chipmonks, fabulous vistas, fast stuff, pavement, Amish horse-cart land-mine avoidance, blimps, flats, fixes, wheelies, and even an ice-cream-n-snack stop in the middle (okay - not the middle, more like at the 75%) to help encourage us to finish.
We returned to RB after 9.5 hours elapsed time and consuming on the order of 230 oz of fluids (each), took a swim in the CHILLY waters of the lake that felt SOO GOOD and then blasted on home.
Mission complete, and looking forward to our next adventure to number in the second half of the "centenarian" scale of cycling.
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