Riding in the Rocks
Technically challenged may be a nice way of describing how bad I am in the rocks. But, that is what you have on the area of Shoreline that I prefer to ride. You really need to have a little confidence, check that - a ton of confidence to ride these areas. I often find myself getting stiff arms and less than "fluid" in motion. A bad combination for riding in rocks. This isn't like "pump-track", or bike park riding. This is brutal in spots. Basically I suck at this type riding, but I still do it.
Still it is dirt riding, just different.
You can never go back
This place has changed a lot over the years. There a lot of memories from up here. Some good, some not so good. And frankly some are just bad. We used to spend a lot time chasing game birds up around this particular spot. When not hunting season, it was a convenient place to get away from society - for a while. From this setting above the waterfall in Ogden Canyon, you could see down into the canyon itself and over to the hot-pots. Quite a few rattle snakes kept you on the watch. Some rather crazy stuff was known to have occurred right here. The crooked steps and structure have been there as long as I can remember. A lot of the other stuff was cobbled-in later on. Knowing so much of what happened here kind of haunts me. I'm likely not alone. You go to a place that used to be a get away, only to be chilled by memories. Maybe those days weren't so great after all. Those crooked stairs.There is a lot to do and the clock is ticking. I'm wasting time already, but I have less than zero motivation. You want so much to go back, but those bridges went out a long time ago. There is truly no going back - only forward. What's it gonna take?
Looking to wrap up in the next coupled weeks, but hate to do it on a bummer. Enough of the whining - REALLY! Lets toss these stupid masks and get on with it - whatever IT may be.
"If you only knew, you'd wish you were in my shoes....Do Do those things you do". The smoothest blued-eyed soul I've ever heard.
Ride HARD!