On saturday morning my friend Morgan and I rode Cowles Mountain, up Mesa
Trail to Big Rock Trail to the top, then back down Big Rock Trail. This
evening we rode up Mesa Trail to Big Rock Trail to the top, then
reversed our course for the downhill.
These are steep, rocky, demanding trails. I counted one time, and Big
Rock Trail has 176 water bars made from railroad ties, some better
buried than others. I haven't counted how many are on Mesa Trail, but
it's a bunch as well.
Anyhow, I've been very tentative on downhills this year, since my wrist
has been so sore, and my hand really hasn't had any strength to it. On
bumpy sections I have come very close to losing my grip on the bar
entirely. It has hampered my riding quite a bit but things have been
getting better.
Yeterday's ride was the first downhill I have done since the New Year
that I actually got any speed on a really bumpy trail, and my wrist held
up fine. Sure, it was sore, but it didn't prevent me from riding the
way I wanted to. This evening's ride was even better. Emboldened by
yesterday's success (and lack of subsequent pain) I really let it rip in
the downhill, launching the water bars and rocks, generally enjoying
riding at speed for the first time in months.
It felt fantastic. I guess this means that I am back.
Miles