Paul H
Fearless OOS Poser
Read a few threads on High Mountain and thought... how difficult can it be? You get on the saddle and start paddling right?
WOW... how wrong could one be.
Past Saturday, I rode about 2.3 miles on my Walgoose to High Mountain. I was really excited when I saw the sign for the Red Trail. As soon as I entered, I was welcomed by a prancing white tail. How cool is this?! This excitement soon turned to.... "I'm going to get hurt" fear. There were so much rock and broken branches and to make things worse, they were pretty much all covered up by fallen leaves. I had no idea what I would be riding on despite having a beautiful clear morning. I had a very difficult time staying on the saddle with all the bumps and the uphill climbs.
Hoping for a better trail, I soldiered along for about half a mile to a mile. I probably walked more than I rode my Walgoose. Trail conditions did not change so I decided to take a break. After the break I decided to head back. Then, I saw 2 guys trucking along and as they passed me, they looked larger than life to this newbie. These 2 guys were my heroes and I thought to myself when will I be able to ride like them. I pretty much stared at them in awe until they were no longer in my sight.
Despite it all, it was a great experience and I have been deeply humblized. High Mountain beat me to a pulp but mark my words...... I WILL BE BACK!
WOW... how wrong could one be.
Past Saturday, I rode about 2.3 miles on my Walgoose to High Mountain. I was really excited when I saw the sign for the Red Trail. As soon as I entered, I was welcomed by a prancing white tail. How cool is this?! This excitement soon turned to.... "I'm going to get hurt" fear. There were so much rock and broken branches and to make things worse, they were pretty much all covered up by fallen leaves. I had no idea what I would be riding on despite having a beautiful clear morning. I had a very difficult time staying on the saddle with all the bumps and the uphill climbs.
Hoping for a better trail, I soldiered along for about half a mile to a mile. I probably walked more than I rode my Walgoose. Trail conditions did not change so I decided to take a break. After the break I decided to head back. Then, I saw 2 guys trucking along and as they passed me, they looked larger than life to this newbie. These 2 guys were my heroes and I thought to myself when will I be able to ride like them. I pretty much stared at them in awe until they were no longer in my sight.
Despite it all, it was a great experience and I have been deeply humblized. High Mountain beat me to a pulp but mark my words...... I WILL BE BACK!
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