I lead the Barney Rides each week, and this week we were to shuttle up
the mountain, and ride one of my favorite trails up on our ski hill,
called Stack Rock. Fine and dandy, except I get to the park and
discover I've left my shoes at home. No time to go get em, so what's
a guy to do?
So, to make a long story short, I throw on my running shoes, (at least
I had them in the rig), and load he party cooler, and accompany the
gang of about 7 up the hill. We get there, unload, start grinning,
and it's a new, happenin deal for 3 of our happy campers. They were in
for a treat.
Alex gets to ride his brand new Stumpjumper, and it's looking way too
bling. I'm glad the woodsy trails are dusty, for his sake, of course.
I decide to run it, (well, jog it, really) along with the group, and
let them get ahead. I love the trail, the exercise is great, and what
more can a guy do?
The first section is aptly named, "Entrance Exam" which is pretty
tricky on a bike, but not bad at all on foot.
I go about 3 miles running sweep with Commander Fred, who's slower
than the rest, but hey, he's got 35 to 40 yrs on the young pups in our
group, for the love of Pete. And then we turn around, get to eat and
drink, tell jokes for about 10 minutes before the rest of the happy
band of brothers (and sister) struggle and emerge out of Entrance
Exam. They made it all the way to the famous "Stack Rock" complete
with a little bouldering scramble up to a pinnacle for views and
brews.. well, views anyway.
I'd much rather have ridden it, but sometimes you just have to make
the best out of the cards you're dealt, you know?? What a great
night.
CDB