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