11 Miles
It was a dark and stormy night and instead of hiding in the house, I geared up, hopped on the mountain bike and sloshed my way over to Riverfront Park. It was 7:30pm and already dark with the cloud cover. I entered the park and turned onto the first trail. I was soon trekking through the trees, came to an unfamiliar fork in the trail and made a snap desicion. I soon reached the river heading back toward the entrance to the park. I headed back toward the first trail, found the same fork and chose the other direction. It seems as there has been some trail building efforts since the last time I was there and the trail system has changed just enough to confuse me. I finally found my way into the main park. On my way, I had to cross a bog, got stuck and had to walk out, sinking both feet into the muck.
I goofed around a bit until sunset and decided to turn around so I could get out of the park before dark. I was almost to the entrance to the park when I took a wrong trail that twisted and turned through the woods with a full canopy above. The sky was darkening and it was geting harder and harder to see in the trees. The trail wound all over the place, twisting and turning so much that I lost all sense of direction. When I finally exited the woods onto a main trail, I had no idea where I was and where to go. After a quarter of mile, I finally caught a glince of the river and realized I was heading deeper into the park with dwindling light. After turning around, I finally found my way out of the park. Sarah told me I was a dork for describing my experience this way, but here goes. The windy trail through the woods looked and felt like the scary woods where Rabbit, Pooh and Piglet went to lose Tigger and trick him into giving up his bounce. It was a cool experience, not at all scary. I hope I can find that trail again.
After getting home, I had to hose off my bike, shoes, and well, my whole person. I was one filthy, muddy mess. I look forward to my next Riverfornt Park trip.
It was a dark and stormy night and instead of hiding in the house, I geared up, hopped on the mountain bike and sloshed my way over to Riverfront Park. It was 7:30pm and already dark with the cloud cover. I entered the park and turned onto the first trail. I was soon trekking through the trees, came to an unfamiliar fork in the trail and made a snap desicion. I soon reached the river heading back toward the entrance to the park. I headed back toward the first trail, found the same fork and chose the other direction. It seems as there has been some trail building efforts since the last time I was there and the trail system has changed just enough to confuse me. I finally found my way into the main park. On my way, I had to cross a bog, got stuck and had to walk out, sinking both feet into the muck.
I goofed around a bit until sunset and decided to turn around so I could get out of the park before dark. I was almost to the entrance to the park when I took a wrong trail that twisted and turned through the woods with a full canopy above. The sky was darkening and it was geting harder and harder to see in the trees. The trail wound all over the place, twisting and turning so much that I lost all sense of direction. When I finally exited the woods onto a main trail, I had no idea where I was and where to go. After a quarter of mile, I finally caught a glince of the river and realized I was heading deeper into the park with dwindling light. After turning around, I finally found my way out of the park. Sarah told me I was a dork for describing my experience this way, but here goes. The windy trail through the woods looked and felt like the scary woods where Rabbit, Pooh and Piglet went to lose Tigger and trick him into giving up his bounce. It was a cool experience, not at all scary. I hope I can find that trail again.
After getting home, I had to hose off my bike, shoes, and well, my whole person. I was one filthy, muddy mess. I look forward to my next Riverfornt Park trip.
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