Our One Fall Ride series continues...
There are rides you remember forever. Sometimes it has something to do with where you rode or what happened during that ride, but often it is more about who you were riding with. This ride had all of that going for it.
Last Thursday I sent an email out at work saying I'd be doing a long ride early on Saturday morning and that anyone who wished to join me would be welcome. As I pulled up to unload my bike I was fired up to see that someone was joining me, and it wasn't until my second glance that I realized it was my good friend Chef.
Chef and I don't ride together nearly as often as we should, but we've had some doozies over the years. Once it was a crushing 40-mile Porcupine Rim loop on our full-sus bikes back in the day, and another time it was ripping the Downieville Downhill course together on our rigid singlespeeds, stopping midway down to laugh and shake the numbness out of our hands.
On this day we just rode together and talked, and enjoyed rolling on two wheels together.
Chef does some bobbing and weaving...check out the high water mark line three to four feet over his head...
Eventually the deep sand pits took their toll on Chef's legs and he cut out to head home on pavement just as our first snow of the season started to fall.
Slowly the trail turned white, and then the ground around it. The wind picked up and it felt good to keep moving and generating warmth. The quietness of a snow-covered landscape had returned. Even the mysterious creaking sound that pretty much all my bikes have disappeared!
All in all, a great day on a favorite trail with a great friend. It just doesn't get much better than that.
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I love being outside. I prefer to ride on dirt. Or snow. If I was born a hundred years earlier I might have been a polar explorer. There's a great natural world out there to see, smell, taste, listen to, and experience. Life slows down out there and the distractions we've created will disappear if you let them. Give me a backpack and let me go.