I may be going to hell in a bucket; but at least I am harvesting the ride.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Big South Fork The banjo was still ringing in my head as we broke the speed of fog, traveling to ride the sweet Cumberland singletrack of Big South Fork. Jeff, Eric, Jonathon and myself were blown away by the Grand Gap loop. The trail flowed like it was cut by mountain bikers, with overlooks that delivered spectacular views. It was an incredible ride.
Town Mountain of Asheville picked on the stage of Preservation Pub, while Rocky Mountain IPA was poured liberaly. Erin and Macie have been out of town this week. Just me and the dog.