I now know how Walker Ranch got its name.
Estimate: I rode 1/3 (mostly downhill), walked 1/3 because I couldn't
hack it technically, and walked 1/3 because I was so bonked that even
granny gear couldn't save me. I tried gel for the first time, which
maybe explains why I was able to walk my bike for the last few miles
rather than just lying down on the trail and waiting for the wildlife to
come get me.
It's really beautiful -- I've never ridden alongside a rushing mountain
stream before -- and there's some incredibly fun singletrack, but man oh
man; there are other places where I can work on my technical and aerobic
abilities without bruising my ego quite as badly.
Hilights:
- I did get up a lot of technical spots I never thought I'd make, or got
further up some of them than others in my group
- Hubby saying, "Wow, I love how I can see your quad muscles moving" as
I walked my bike up the top of a climb
- Hubby saying, "Wow, that was awesome. You were fearless" when I rode
right down a rock lip, then endo'd on the root just after it. He was
referring to my riding the rock, not endoing =P
- Getting up a bunch of switchbacks. I've gotten a lot better at the
slow-motion hairpin turn this year.
- Somehow (guardian angel?) not falling after fishtailing in some loose
soil. I felt my rear tire slide out farther than I would imagine it
could go to the left, then the right, but I just kept pedalling and it
somehow recovered.
To be honest, the ride was only one part of an epic day. Eric and I got
up at 5am to ride our motorcycles (my second time riding a motorcycle on
real streets ever) to a balloon launch site. We helped our friends set
up and flew in a balloon for a while, then swapped passengers and were
part of the chase crew for a while. Our friends made chocolate chip
pancakes, bacon, and lattes right out on the field afterward -- mm. A
siesta, then Walker Ranch, then some absolutely mouth-watering teriyaki
steak kabobs and daquiris. Talk about a busy day.
--
monique