I woke up this morning with some soreness in my hams and calves from yesterday's 20 miler. But the weather was supposed to be beautiful and Brent, Paul, Ryan and I made plans the prior evening at Robie for our first mountain bike outing of the spring. Technically we should have been logging road miles, but we all prefer singletrack to road riding.
The day started off with Ryan being late. Nothing new there. Plus, the beer-enhanced planning the night before lead to confusion as to timing and exact location for meeting. Clearly it was Brent not paying attention as he showed up a Camel's Back Park, while Ryan, Paul and I went to Fort Boise. By the time Brent joined us at Fort Boise, Paul realized he'd forgotten his helmet. This meant he edged out Brent for today's DF award. Ali was gracious enough to bring Paul his helmet, and we were finally able to getting going, probably an hour later than our planned start.
The weather was absolutely perfect as we headed out down Mountain Cove road. It felt great to be on dirt again rather than having side-view mirrors whizzing past our heads and Cujo trying run us down from every other farm house.
We rode past the Policemen's clubhouse and up to the lower end of trail 5. We planned on reversing that to trail 6 and cutting west to the juntion of Watchman and Three Bears trail. The climb up trail 5 immediately reminded all of us how fatigued our legs were from Saturday. However, the climb was manageable until we reached trail 6. Trail 6 is multi-use, so dirt bikes have thoroughly chewed up the singletrack, making it a sandy mess. This, coupled with the steep grade, made for a brutal climb and a few hike-a-bike sections. However, I kept everyone going with my awesome singing, which they all love.
When we finally reached the top, all of us were more than happy to be done climbing. We were rewarded with an awesome, long descent down Three Bears to the junction with Shane's trail. On Shane's trail, Brent had a tire blow after landing a bunnyhop, so we had a looooong stop as he replaced his tube. It took him so long, I think he must have been coveting Paul's DF award.
Once Brent was ready to go again, we quickly finished our descent via Central Ridge trail and back to Fort Boise. It was a great ride of about 12 miles, which left me ready to hang up the road bike for good if it weren't for this damn half ironman.
The day started off with Ryan being late. Nothing new there. Plus, the beer-enhanced planning the night before lead to confusion as to timing and exact location for meeting. Clearly it was Brent not paying attention as he showed up a Camel's Back Park, while Ryan, Paul and I went to Fort Boise. By the time Brent joined us at Fort Boise, Paul realized he'd forgotten his helmet. This meant he edged out Brent for today's DF award. Ali was gracious enough to bring Paul his helmet, and we were finally able to getting going, probably an hour later than our planned start.
The weather was absolutely perfect as we headed out down Mountain Cove road. It felt great to be on dirt again rather than having side-view mirrors whizzing past our heads and Cujo trying run us down from every other farm house.
We rode past the Policemen's clubhouse and up to the lower end of trail 5. We planned on reversing that to trail 6 and cutting west to the juntion of Watchman and Three Bears trail. The climb up trail 5 immediately reminded all of us how fatigued our legs were from Saturday. However, the climb was manageable until we reached trail 6. Trail 6 is multi-use, so dirt bikes have thoroughly chewed up the singletrack, making it a sandy mess. This, coupled with the steep grade, made for a brutal climb and a few hike-a-bike sections. However, I kept everyone going with my awesome singing, which they all love.
When we finally reached the top, all of us were more than happy to be done climbing. We were rewarded with an awesome, long descent down Three Bears to the junction with Shane's trail. On Shane's trail, Brent had a tire blow after landing a bunnyhop, so we had a looooong stop as he replaced his tube. It took him so long, I think he must have been coveting Paul's DF award.
Once Brent was ready to go again, we quickly finished our descent via Central Ridge trail and back to Fort Boise. It was a great ride of about 12 miles, which left me ready to hang up the road bike for good if it weren't for this damn half ironman.
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