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Loaded up the bikes and got outta town while it was still cold this morning. Rolled into the trailhead ~two hours later, with warmer-then-we-expected temps, blue sky, a nearly empty parking lot, and dry, tacky trails.
There was unmistakable evidence that winter is still around: packed sand in the washes, shreds of snow left in the shade, and ice skim on the puddles in the rock.
But none of that mattered as much as letting our hair down and remembering what it was like to ride dry, packed dirt, sand, and sticky rock:
Sweetious.
Nothin' like two months of ice/snow to remind you of what you take for granted the rest of the year.
Without further ado...
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There was unmistakable evidence that winter is still around: packed sand in the washes, shreds of snow left in the shade, and ice skim on the puddles in the rock.
But none of that mattered as much as letting our hair down and remembering what it was like to ride dry, packed dirt, sand, and sticky rock:
Sweetious.
Nothin' like two months of ice/snow to remind you of what you take for granted the rest of the year.
Without further ado...










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