30 May 2013
Post #515: Refreshing
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12 June 2012
Red Tanagers on Spooge
Posted by vagoscribe under MTB, Poetry | Tags: biking, Michaux State Forest, mountain biking, MTB, red tanagers, Snowy Mountain, Spooge Trail, travel |Leave a Comment
tires rolling down a rocky path away from
snowy mountain
sky blue above the kaleidoscope greens of
deep forest
a flash of red darts through the air of
penn’s woods
perching on a small branch of a tree along
spooge trail
stopping to appreciate the red tanager of
appalachian dreams
a smile comes to my tired face from
somewhere inside
28 December 2011
Michaux MTB: Dead Woman’s, 3 Mile, Rattlesnake, Traverse, Vista
Posted by vagoscribe under MTB | Tags: 3 Mile Trail, biking, Dead Woman's Hollow, Michaux, Michaux State Forest, mountain biking, MTB, PA, Traverse Trail, Vista Trail |1 Comment
Dead Woman’s climb was a labored effort, but when I rolled onto 3 Mile, my body was warmed up and ready to go. Little did I know that I’d come out on the other side without unclipping for only my third cleaning ever of the old enduro cut trail that at numerous other times has knocked me to the ground. I was feeling great climbing up Woodrow to Rattlesnake, only to have that ridgeline path knock me back to reality. Damnit if that wasn’t a high and low all wrapped up in a nice little Michaux gift package!
Rattlesnake Ridge, Michaux
MTB and Bouldering Can Be Found on Rattlesnake
Licking my ego-wounds, I went over the ridge hoping to not pick up any physical wounds. Thankfully, I didn’t.
Off of Rattlesnake, I turned left and cruised over to Michaux Rd, climbing up to Ridge and then down to the cut-in for the Traverse. Traverse over to Vista is, for me, what east coast riding is all about: deep woods, rocky madness, boulders the size of houses, roots, sloppy wet spots, and views of rolling mountains.
I no-dabbed some sections I hadn’t previously, and endo-ed in a place I’ve always rolled on through. Along the way I met up and exchanged greetings with some local club riders, learning that Grave was pretty much destroyed by the logging. I axed that from my plan to ride before the day’s end. Pedaling on to make my way across the map in my mind, I connected the trails along the bottom of the ridge to my car back at Dead Woman’s Hollow. I was tired, and felt slightly beat up.
I can’t wait to get back in the spring.
