Annadel rules!
I'm surprised I can still walk today. Wow.
A week ago, I explored the northern side of Annadel State Park. Nice, but a bit busy on the main trails with all the hikers and horses. So Saturday night, I read up on some trail reviews, and caught the following bit of advice:
"You folks riding Annadel who have not been to the Schultz/Ridge/Lawndale trails are really missing out..."
So Harpo and I made the trek north to check it out. That was one of *the* best days of mountain biking I've ever had. Heart rate came just shy of 200 bpm quite a few times trying to keep that little ball of energy in sight. We probably did close to 20 miles, as I emptied my entire Camelbak over the course of the ride.
We bombed down one rocky two-mile stretch, almost losing it a few times in mud-ridden hairpins, grinning ear to ear afterwards.
"I was going to go on a street ride today" I said. "But no street ride compares to this as far as the fun factor goes."
"Street ride? Hell, I can't remember the last time I had this much fun at Thunderhill!" Joe relied.
About 2/3 of the way through the ride, I couldn't even try to keep Joe in sight anymore, as his endless energy and endurance allowed him to attack hills with the same aggression he's known for on his GSXR. On public roads. With passengers
It all came together on the final 3 mile descent, hollering at the tops of our lungs as bombed our way down, weaving through the trees at high speeds like speeders through the Ewok forest in Return of the Jedi.
"Dude - is it just me or does it seem like we've done more downhill than uphill during that ride? It doesn't compute."
When things come out in my favor, I try not to ask questions. In this case, the only question is "When can we do it again?"
Despite the emptied Camelbak (I'm going to the 100oz model before the next ride), two cramped legs, and enough mud to cover a small automobile, I can't wait to go back. On the other hand, my legs are begging me to wait...