Trails I've Ridden

What My Wife Calls My Bragging Wall:

Ohio: The Biggest Little Mountain Bike Trail (Camp Tuscazoar) 2 Ton Falls, Medina Reagan, Royalview, Bedford, West Branch, Mohican, **Vulture’s Knob, Lake Hope, the shit in Columbus, Dillon, The Wilds, AEP Lands, Wayne National Forest/Marietta, Findley Michigan Island Lake, Highland, Proud Lake, Hickory Glen, Novi Tree Farm, Addison Oaks, Merrill, Luton, Pontiac Lake, ***Potowatomi, Brighton, Yankee Springs, Fort Custer, ***Big M, North Country Trail segments, *Copper Harbor, Boyne Highlands, High Country Pathway, Bass River, Stoney Creek, Hungerford, Florida Hannah State Park, Jacksonville West Virginia ****Cooper’s Rock, **Davis, Slatyfork, Watters Smith, Two track to Wonder Falls/Big Sandy River Gorge, Big Bear, Mountwood, Kanawha, North Bend, Spruce Knob, Valley Falls, ***North Fork Mountain Pennsylvania Moraine, Brady’s Run, Laurel Mountain, Tomlinson Run, Quebec Run, *Apollo/Roaring Run, Northpark, Bavington, Allegrippis, Blue Knob, 2 Mile Run, Tussey Mountain, Rothrock/Cooper's Gap Virginia **Carvin’s Cove, Massanutten, Elizabeth Furnace/Signal Knob Harrisonburg/Reddish Knob New York Ellicottville Maryland ***Gambrill/Frederick Watershed North Carolina Dupont, Pisgah, Rocky Knob, *Dark Mountain, that trail with all the berms in Wilksboro Arizona Sedona California *Sequel Demo South Dakota *Storm Mountain, Tinton Trail

Utah: Zen, Barrel Roll/Suicidal tendencies, Gooseberry, Guacamole, JEM

**Brown County Indiana

* My favorites

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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The New Cabin


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

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Monday, September 28, 2015


"It is the nature of long-standing arrangements to dull our sense of the peculiar, to make the bizarre seem ordinary."

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

We have an epidemic in our culture of people who think that saying whatever is on their mind is always a good thing. To these people, if you mind your manners and try to be polite, then you are being "PC." 

On the contrary, I'd say that blurting out whatever is on your mind and ignoring your mental filters is simply a sign of immaturity and/or powerlessness. 

Monday, September 14, 2015

Wild. Wonderful. A Lot.

So Brandon Le a.k.a "Peter Dragon" a.k.a. "B Le" a.k.a. "Dirty Drifts" a.k.a. the guy who could be just about anywhere in the world on any given day, decides he needs to move to California. The one place he says he wants to ride before he goes is deep in the heart of Wild and Wonderful West Wild, Wonderful Virginia. So six of his friends obliged. Day #1: Blackwater Falls State Park in Davis WV.  From the cabin to Loop Road to Lindy Point to Table Rock to Plantation Trail to Lindy Trail and back to the cabin.

The trail to Table Rock is classic WV roots, rocks and mud. The iconic view down into Blackwater Gorge says it all.

However, the upper Plantation singletrack is not exactly what most people would consider, uh, a place to ride your bike. Mud bogs be damned!!!!!!!!!! We had to give the youngster something to remember from the East Coast, and he specifically requested West Virginia, so a little driblet of mud here and there was to be expected. Seriously though, we almost lost him when he went up to his Peter Dragon in one of the deeper mudholes. Pivot Mach 6's are built for that shit!!!

Somehow, after a rip roaring good time descending Lindy Run Trail and then washing our bikes, bodies and dirty souls in Lindy Run Creek, we made it back to the ranch. Then it was on to Davis and Siriani's for some kickass pizzeria. Brandon fell in love all the way up to his Peter Dragon with a waitress.

But first it was to the Stumptown Brewery, a new establishment that serves up some dang good home brewin'. I had the Lefty Loosey. Highly recommended. (it's good to see new businesses starting up in Davis. Last time I was down there, things were looking a little bleak)

Later that night, my playlist on the bluetooth speaker was clearly the crowd favorite: Junip, with a bit of The War on Drugs, and some Todd Snider. 

The next day promised a true epic mountain biking adventure: the North Fork Trail above (yes, above) Seneca Rocks.

I've had my eyeballs on that trail since I started mountain biking, but it requires a shuttle for all but the most bad-assed epi-mortals, so it was never gonna be a solo ride for the likes of me.

The first problem we ran into was trying to get this hairy man to stop driving around in circles.

It was no use.
He kept yelling out of the window, "Walking in sandals at night...It's all you need!!!!" in a falsetto that sounded like Rob Halford straddling Geddy Lee (note: I don't hate Rush, I just hate people who like Rush - sayeth the wiseman.)

After what felt like a very long time to have to sit around waiting to go mountain biking, we finally got the shuttle set. The trailhead is on private property and consisted of little more than a closed gate and a small sign that told us not to start there. I think everyone was kinda skeptical at this point, but like everything else in West Virginia, you have to do some digging to get to the good stuff.

And so we were off....

....except for about six small problems:

Photo by M. Colonna^

Brandon Le be like, "You guys so crazy. We could be in Amsterdam right now. Or Bulgaria. You know how much the chicks cost in Bulgaria?"
Oops, never mind. He didn't really say that.

He also didn't say what nobody else was willing to say. But the clouds opened momentarily and a distinct voice boomed from above: "It appears, boys, that we have a failure to communicate. Ya see, you're only 15 minutes into this ride and the Gods of Adventure are sending you some very clear signals to abort the mission."

I think the majority consensus was, "Screw that."
It was time to press on.
Damn the darkness. Damn the thunderstorm forecast. Damn the fact that I brought 29er tubes for my 27.5 wheels.

Anyway, we chose the noble path and proceeded onward to our destination, some 23 miles and 3000 feet of climbing away.

Six flat tires. Six!! Can you believe that?? And one requiring the legendary "dirty dollar boot"!

Things quickly got very cool, and we settled into a brisk pace. Just as expected, the views off the ridge to the west toward Dolly Sods  and Seneca Knob were infreakingcredible.

Don't ask me why they planted this sign down the slope from the trail in the middle of a scree field. It didn't matter - we were having too much fun to worry about much.

 Photo by S. Huffman^

Photo by M. Walsh^

All the of the directions from MTB Project and advice from the good people on the WV forum of MTBR were dead on target, especially the elevation profiles, which started building the suspense for the end segment: a three mile, 3000 foot kickass descent.
The middle of this pic shows Champe Rocks, the northern segment of Seneca Rocks.

After a group decision about which direction to take at the Landis/Chimney Rock intersection, we headed to the top of the ridge for one last view. Then it was some gnar reminiscent of Elizabeth Furnace, and the best end to a ride I've had in a long time. I think MC, Walsh, and Egg scored in the all-time top ten for descent time.

The only permanent mishap was Paul's broken frame, which forced him to walk the final descent. Bummer.

Dinner that night at the legendary Hellbenders Burritoes.

It was a damn good time. I still can't believe we got seven guys all the way through that trail relatively unscathed. Most people only ride the northern half, and I think it's fairly rare for people to do the whole thing. I was really proud of the pace that Paul kept, and Shane, Egg, Walsh, MC and Brandon all charged hard the whole way. Not bad for a group of "flatlanders" from Ohio!!

(Next time: The Purple Fiddle, the Dobbin House trails and Canaan Valley Resort Trails, and maybe a trip down to Kennison Mountain, which I hear is one of the finest rides in WV.  So much to do in that area.)