The woman sat across the room in the basement of the YMCA and introduced herself to the class, leading me down a rabbit hole of memories that brought me to another time & place. The class was a first aid course, as mandated by the NICA requirements to become a level 2 or 3 coach. The woman, who was to that point unknown to me (or as we shall see, forgotten), is the wife of someone I know reasonably well. I've ridden with her son & daughter, having watched them both roll through the NICA ranks and on to other things in life. But that's not where this rabbit hole took me.
The last time I had seen her was when she was with her riding family at Kingdom Trails, some number of years ago. I don't remember who was with us - I know D and Utah were - among some number of the people reading this, I imagine. I know exactly where it was. It was the intersection of Eager Beaver, River Run, and Webs. Technically the intersection still exists. But it's a shadow of what it used to be. Back in the day, this is where you would end up after you started your day of adrenaline by hitting some subset of the Ts, which is why we were there that particular day. Now, you can technically get to it at the bottom of New T, but it's sort of a checkbox trail more than anything you need to ride.
This specific intersection is one of many memories. Chances are that if you've been to KT with me, you've ridden this intersection with me. Trailforks says I have ridden Eager Beaver 18 times, the first on July 4, 2016. The last on October 13, 2019. (
note: I may not have imported rides previous to 2016 so this may not be entirely accurate)
The area is thick with pine trees. It's a peaceful area, one that you know well if you've been here before. It's a transition, with a gentle trail bed and wonderful smell of pine trees in the air. Even though it's hardly notable, it sits in my memory strongly, refusing to leave. The peaceful transition from the bottom of the Ts to the Sidewinder side was done by riding through here. The vibe is always positive. The stoke from the start of the ride always high, conversation on an upbeat note. Continuing on, the trail goes on River Run, then to West Branch, which will always play a part in the memory of our first trip here, as this is where D fell in the mud. I will never ride that trail and not remember that trip, that moment.
Kingdom Trails is closed now, an event I remark on every year when I get the email from the KTA that the general populace is no longer allowed to go. The introduction of the previously forgotten woman brought me back to that intersection, then to the vibe of those woods, the many trips, the memories. And even though I know it will be open again in a few months, it makes me sad every year when the season ends, and we can't just be there now.
As I look back through some of those 18 ridelogs I see some colossal rides in there. The days of 4+ hour rides of exploration are probably gone now. We know the park too well. We know every turn, every connector, which trails to hit, and which are not worth it. We plan more than ever, knowing where we'll be, where to meet people, what lot to direct mid-day riders to, and everything about the area. The magic is still there, still very real. Just as much as ever, I look forward to going back already. The 2022 team trip is already booked, the house on the hill already bought for the July 4th week.
It's no secret that I'm not getting any younger, which just means I probably only have another 25 or 30 more years of doing this. By then, I suspect that eBikes will be the norm and hover-cycles will be in some sort of exploratory stage. This coming year will be the 8th in a row we've been there, at least. When I posted it to the team about the dates, response was as strong as ever. I suspect in the end, we will have another 20+ person showing this year. The KT area has become our home away from home, to say the least. I expect this tradition will keep going for years to come.
From a cold winter day in the basement of a YMCA, a single name can transport me so quickly to so many memorable days...the good times with Schilling, so many good meals with the team, the various houses, countless pictures on Heaven's Bench, the Three Ts, Segundo's interviews, dipping my toes into DH park riding, 144 eggs from young Rob who I may ski Stratton with one day, seeing some of the team introduce their kids to this awesome place, the awe of riding Black Bear the first time, and the very first trip where my wife dropped her butt in the mud on West Branch, but also fell in love with the sport and set us firmly on the path we're on now.
I miss KT, which is obvious. But it brings me happiness to think we'll be back there again, before too long. I look forward to that, and seeing some of you there.