Berries, splashes, giggles.

The day was clear, sunny. Warm, but not too hot. Friends arrived just as I was finishing up my morning coffee. Brent, ready to go as usual, in all his cycling garb. Jake, still clad in the flannel that he slept in, the alpacas running down the hill to greet this strange-looking, long-bearded, plaid creature. … Continue reading Berries, splashes, giggles.

If you can ride in this, you can ride in anything.

That's what Evan said right before giving me a quick surprise kiss at the trailhead, immediately following a miserably soggy commute from his parents house to the snowy woods that we were so excited to ride. It was still snowing---wet, slushy flakes that turned the highways into a nasty stew of water, salt, and road … Continue reading If you can ride in this, you can ride in anything.

One of those really great mountain bike rides.

It's been a little while since I've had a really great longΒ mountain bike ride. The kind of ride that beats you up but makes you giddy with laughter, the kind that makes your legs burn but your body and soul feel alive, the kind that leaves you feeling exhausted yet truly satisfied and happy. Today … Continue reading One of those really great mountain bike rides.

A fat-tire’d, mud-slingin’, rock-skippin’ Sunday.

Lately, the world of mountain biking for those of us living in the vicinity of Raystown Lake has changed a bit. This fall, the Army Corps of Engineers is drawing down the level of the lake more than twice the usual seasonal 2-3 feet in order to perform shoreline maintenance. For those of us with … Continue reading A fat-tire’d, mud-slingin’, rock-skippin’ Sunday.