End of the trail...time to turn around and explore some of those side trails I saw on the way in. They looked muddy, but I should be fine.
Here's where I was. Where the water cuts across the trail is where the photo above was taken.
I found some great trails, winding through the underbrush, ducking low-hanging trees, really learning to throw the bike around in the ruts....and here is the result. I found the limit of mud, a 500lb. bike and my street/trail combo tires.
After pausing to take the pictures like a proud father with a newborn baby, I spent the next several minutes struggling to get the beast up again. I then promptly spun the back wheel deeper into the mud trying to get out. Mental note to check on knobbier tires when I get home.
I am so proud. Mud on the bike.
10 minutes later I was back on my way. Only damage: a missing PIAA light guard. I will have to go back and look for that...
Home ... safe, sound and washed.
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