March 26 2020
I started my ride this morning planning on doing Hoeferlin trail to Black Eagle trail. It is a tough start for me,
but I felt up to it today. It was going great until the very end when I came upon a large Oak tree across the trail.
I figured I cut it and see how it goes. The cut was a tough one, the tree is about 14 inches thick. I did it,
and worked up a sweat doing it. I tried to maneuver the tree so as to be able to ride around it. Too tough,
I’m going for a ride. So I did my usual 4 or 5 miles and found I had spent all my energy on that tree. I had to quit early.
On the way back I was feeling better and attacked the tree again with my renewed energy I was able to position it so
it can be ridden around. Good enough for me. I’ve found just leaving it like this sometimes stronger others come along
and make it even better. So I had two hours in, but only seven miles riding. Done by 9AM.
Had my lunch and a 30 minute nap and I was ready to go again. I’ll just do a light road ride to get some more miles in today.
So down Clinton Rd. I go. Feeling good I thought I’d head into the woods on a trail. I think I did this once before.
Just want to see how it goes and what I remember. I was a fun trail for a while, but it got rougher and rockier as I rode.
I kept staying to my left hoping to come to another trail leading back to Clinton Rd. It wasn’t happening for me.
I was crossing deep streams and climbing rough hills. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to backtrack, it was pretty rough.
About 4 miles in I walked to a ridge and saw a large lake between me and Clinton Rd. I knew I had to go back, this lake
had lots of miles to get around. On my ride back I took it a little easier, as I was running out of energy again. The trails were
really great though, lots of fun. I came across a group of 3 bikers, surprise! I said I was lost and giving up, they said they had
a map on their phone, I said good luck. So my easy road recovery ride turned into an adventure. Not what I was planning on,
but I still had a great time. I don’t enjoy the “lost” feeling though. I’m out there with no phone, no map and just winging it,
and with my sense of direction and forgetful memory it feels scary at times. Where da fug am I?
That’s it, made it back home with a little over 12 miles clocked and now I’m resting with a beer!