Gnarly Trails

So I haven't posted for a couple months, which isn't really the regular update schedule that my readers crave. If you scroll down the page you will notice that I once went without posting for the time it takes a zygote to turn into a wriggling little baby. Now I've got it down to a lot less than the gestational period of a pig. In case you were wondering, pigs are pregnant for about 3 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days.

The above paragraph was carefully designed to show off my knowledge of our porcine friends. It has nothing to do with the rest of this post.

About a month ago my family and I moved from the Oklahoma panhandle to a little town in Northeastern Colorado. It's a significan't improvement. I liked it better the day we got here, but today it got a whole lot better.

I was riding my bike around town, and I thought I'd head by this cool little fishing hole that's maintained by the local Lions club. I saw a dirt road going off into some trees and I figured I'd follow it. After a few minutes I discovered that there are dozens of roads crisscrossing around this little tree filled wilderness park like area, and they are perfect for mountain biking! They're covered in lots of steep hills that are really fun to ride down, and there's lots of sharp curves to power slide around. As I was racing around and around the park I noticed gaps in the grass that looked like trails heading off the roads every now and then. I thought I'd take one and what do ya know, the park is also filled with bunches of straight up bike trails. There are several jumps where one could get mad air if one wanted to. Several turns even have berms and there's even a rhythm section.

The area is pretty overgrown, 3 or 4 foot tall weeds go right up to the trails, but it's still very rideable. There's one huge bowl like area that's filled with water. Judging from the dozens of trails that head over the lip and down into the quagmire it must have been quite the extreme bike park in its day, which looks to have been quite a while ago. Even with a good portion of the trails underwater, the huge weeds, and the mossy mud puddles everywhere, it's still a ton of fun down there. I felt like a real mountain biker again, something I hadn't experienced since we moved down to Ooooklahoma.

I'm as happy as a pig in mud.