Yuppers, that's me in my glory. I'm a picture of vitality I tell you!Last weekend we went to central Korea and camped, rode some insanely cool trails, drank some adult beverages and tried to stay dry.
Dirt
We pushed our scooters up, and up, and up rarely stopping to do anything other than clean the blue air out of our ears that Suzanne was spouting. Girrrrrrrl was mad about the pushing. I was a little poopy-pants too until we finally hit some horizonal dirt singletrack.
When all of our groups convened we pointed our sleds down. Someone took off and practically disappeared over this cliff. I inched up behind to look over and see him wrastling a tree. At that point the spectators looked to me to be the next victim. I reluctantly dropped in down the rutted and twisty trail. Peer pressure. The rut caught the rear tire while I worked the front of the bike. The result was this kick-ass sideways skid with a change-up mid-skid for about 40-50 feet total, the first half of which was full of fear then a calm overcame me as I realized that the hill was so steep my upside hand was merely a foot or two from the ground. Totally terrorized I yelled back up the hill, "it's cool, come on down, the water's fine!".
We all met at the bottom and returned to camp. Some previously not grumpy people were now grumpy and visa-verse.
Look at us sitting on the concrete. in the picture to the right. We are contemplating life after the descent.Back at camp we regrouped and headed out for a second loop that saw us ride up a nice fire road to the top of our original push up. As we headed into the singetrack the rain came and it was getting serious. The loose rocks were a bit more stable with the moisture and provided a great ride down,. The final 1k was a freaking blast with swooping diving singltrack. Just lovely!
The party
Set up tents, beer, Jerry's Biafran stew, beer, Jeagermeister, chips, try to stay dry, sleep. Good times.
The next day
Not happy inside. Nobody rode and nobody was sad for that. We had pressed our luck the day before.
3 comments:
Is that Miller Lite?! You may not be welcome back to STL. Oh wait by the time you come back A-B will be a Belgian company. I guess it is OK.
This trail (paved) looks much tamer than the time you took me to the Chubb Trail (http://www.stlbiking.com/images/Trail-ChubbTrail1.jpg) and I flipped over my handlebars!
'tis merely the resting point as we await the arrival of the less hearty (more brainy) folks.
The Miller has come to be a personal favorite for washing down Jeagermeister.
Wow, you're actually not totally depressed ... I thought you'd be suffering from "White Giant" syndrome by now? Bob M
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