The meadow at the bottom was inviting. If I had a blanket, I would have taken a nap there.
Instead, I'm glad hit the trails. It's been so dry in H'burg, the trails were as smooth and fast as ever.
I was sure to honk my holographic bear horn when I neared what I call the bear hole. This hollowed out tree stump is large enough to hide a fridge, and I think it's the perfect place from which a giant bear can stalk cyclists.
I couldn't help but notice how brilliant the colors were. Not just the new reds and yellow, but the sunshine twinkling through the green leaves.
This is an up-close look at some lichen I saw on a rocky ridge. I realized that during my entire Vegas stay I hadn't seen this much non-human life.
Here I am, hanging out on some rocks near the top of the trail, where it intersects with Kaylor's Ridge.
Not only did I destroy my feet in Vegas, but as I hurried out the door eager to ride, I forgot my socks. Lucky for me, the first aid kit was well stocked and I improvised with some soft cotton bandages. As you can see, they held up for the duration of my adventure.
It's been a good week back home. Done some more mountain biking, joined in the cyclocross fun, hosted a burgers-and-beer dinner, and gave some love to the new trails at Hillandale with the SMBC trail work crew. There's a six-pack downhill tonight.
Big adventures ahead.
- Erin
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