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Tuesday, June 24, 2003:

CAUTION!

on the bike path approach to our single track prey fresh cable had been lain. i needed a "caution, underground cable, stay off" flag for my camelbak. it kept me safe. there were two casualties on the day, one laceration to the upper arm while performing a perfect, impromptu summersault from a seated (on bicycle) positon (Damon), and the other a crack to the nutters from the stem while bunnyhopping a log (g-froze). nothing too serious.

once the real trail began we all knew it would be an epic day. the previous three day's rain had packed the trail, and the morning's sun had dried any mud. the forces of nature WANTED us to do this ride. the fire center trails were an appetizer of what was to come: tight single track with no one on it. a little more road climbing before the true trail was reached. the trail drops quickly. i got so cattywampered at times i have no idea how i remained upright, it must have been all the forward momentum i was carrying. i could tell i was really sideways at times from the laughter coming from behind. once the trail mellowed out a little the resident flora whacked us about the shins, knees, and nuckles. there was also a great fresh smell the length of the trail.

we continued climbing and descendig from valley to valley on lonely singletrack until the wrecked airplane had been reached, turned around and screamed back out. 60+ miles of dirt, 1/3 single track, wildflowers, streamcrossings, hairy descents, anally-penetrating climbs packed into 6 hours.

doug // 13:44

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