I must admit that mountain biking always scared me a bit. I am a dreamer, what can I say. While riding I tend to look off at something and start drifting my thoughts off to art and people and things I'm curious about. I figured that I'd last 2 minutes mountain biking before running into a tree.
Not the case at all. Jim took Yo and I out to Rockburn for my virgin attempt at mountain biking. I must admit that I had a blast! Bear in mind that while this was an easy route by mountain bike standards, it nonetheless qualified as mountain biking. It was a single track, dirt trail in the woods climbing some loose rocky stuff, crossing a creek, and rolling over some rocks and tree roots. One could do it without suspension, but I found the front fork was dreamy and gave me, I think, better control and traction. I rode on the slower side taking my time to look at everything and learn how the bike works. I'm not a particularly aggressive person and am happy plodding along.
We saw lots of deer, biked through an open meadow, sat down on a log near a creek and took in all those woodland autumn smells. It reminded me of all the hiking I used to do in the Adirondack mountains.
Honestly, I can't wait to go again!