There are lots of ins and outs to the trail system, and it's a great place for riders of various levels to ride together. While losing a riding partner is possible, it's always easy to connect again.
The trails leave telltale red dust on everything, and they leave the clinks of glass-shard shaped rock in one's memory...Shred the Red, as they say.
This time, I shredded it fat.
The bottom of the climb.
Red dust from iron ore tailings covers everything.
Photo op on the climb it's all about timing * huff * * puff *.
More dust=more cleaning sigh
Looking out over Alstead Mine Lake. Yes, we started from waaay down there...or somewhere close by!
ONE tiny puddle is all it takes, I guess.
If I'm not dirty at the end of a ride, fun wasn't had!
- OB livin' fat!
4 comments:
You know, for a skinny girl, fat looks good on you.
Looks great! I'd love to get a fat bike. Seems like it'd be an all new experience.
Wonderfully delightful! That red dirt and dust reminds me of childhood days back home. Mother yelling at us to stay away from mine dumps because the iron stains never came out of our clothes. Ahhhhh! Fun, fun, fun :)
OB -- what fat bike is this?
My word verification for this comment was "fatbike" ... seriously.
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