Trails I've Ridden
Mountain Bike Trails I've Ridden:
Ohio: The Biggest Little Mountain Bike Trail (Camp Tuscazoar)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, 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 West Virginia **Cooper’s Rock, **Davis, Slatyfork, Watters Smith, Big Bear, Mountwood, Kanawha, North Bend, Spruce Knob Pennsylvania Moraine, Brady’s Run, Laurel Mountain, Tomlinson Run, Quebec Run, *Apollo/Roaring Run, Northpark, Bavington, Allegrippis, Blue Knob, Rothrock/Cooper's Gap Virginia **Carvin’s Cove, Massanutten, 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
* My favorites
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
The game plan was to freeze our knobs off at VK. It was a bit chilly. All the pansies stayed home. In the duty of common sense, we decided to choose a "less exposed" route and head toward the Mighty Tuscaroras Towpath. I've somehow gravitated lately to the Mighty Tuscaroras River, having done a ride just two weeks ago at the Biggest Little Mountain Bike Trail around, Camp Tuscazoar.
We lost our way and ended up riding on some railroad tracks.
Egg stood still for a couple seconds and found himself frozen solid to them. Couldn't move an inch. I left him there to die. It was every man for himself, I tell ya.
No more frozen feets for me. Winter: BRING IT ON!!!!!!!
Monday, November 10, 2014
It had been quite a while since I had made it down to an Appalachian Outdoor Adventures event. Some of my best mountain biking memories (however foggy they might be) come from the old Muskingum Mayhems and Halloween Rides. The last one I went to was the infamous Terry Ride. Terry, the guy Jay brought, "Terry, we lost your skewer", Terry: wrrraaaaawwwggggaarrrrrr!!!, Terry - the drunk who wouldn't die.
They've got to invite that guy back.
This year's ride was every bit as fun. Heath and Rae and the AOA people sure know how to put on a mountain biking party.
We warmed up with a vigorous ride at Dillon, which has more rocks and punchy climbs than any of us remembered. I got first prize for stupidest crash: for some reason I just wasn't paying attention to one of the wooden jumps, and I rolled right up to the edge thinking there would be a "roll down" ramp. There wasn't and brake as much as I could, my front wheel rolled over the lip and I ate shit.
Then it was on to the Wilds.
There were no Grassman sightings.
Brandon Le was SO CRAZY!!!!
Gus was hammered.
Dave was a Dill.
Mike got Spun on Heath's carbon Bronson
Jay and My Skinny Son Adam rolled singlespeeds, and Jay was PHAT.
We all woke up the next morning a little worse for wear and tear. Breakfast at the Cracker Barrel, I threw up, then Gus, Mike and I hit Camp Tuscazoar, "the Best Little Mountain Bike Trail Around." I have to agree: it's my kind of riding: all the climbing comes at you in big chunks: we recorded about a 1000 feet in 6 miles, which will definitely put balls in your sack. The Dirt Line crew has done a ton of work there. It looks like it's gonna get better and better. This shot is from Buzzard's Roost, a nice rock out crop with a view.
A good weekend with good humans.
And a dog.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Csabs found a porcupine tail but didn't get poked.
^This is the maternal beech tree that got snapped off in the massive downdraft seven or eight years ago, and was once just about the only thing that seemed upright and visible in the whole valley.
The aspen and oaks leaves were the last to fall. I never realized how many aspen trees there are in the forest. Their leaves take on a variety of amazing colors, from dark purple black to high lumen yellow.
So we get to the primitive campsite we like to call "Whip Poor Will Hill" and found it amazing as usual. The browns of the ferns made everything glow sherbert neon. (I mean "sherbet", of course)