Where: My backyard. I mean, a lot of people's backyard.
When: May, 2016
Cycling the Tippetue track, it’s where this ride began and ended, isn’t excactly allowed. So I tend to walk the bike here, at least on the way up. It does happen though, occasionally, that I ride it on the way down but—and I know this isn’t a valid excuse—only if I’m very tired. I do take really good care not to get in anyone’s way though and, of course, not to run anyone down. That’s another way of saying that I am careful and considerate, except for the fact that I’m riding where I’m not supposed to. Guess I could improve careful and considerate.
This area on the local mountain, which I like to call my backyard, has some sweet gravel tracks, closed to motorized traffic except emergency and what’s needed for the work in the woods. It is also very open to hikers, who use them a lot, so riding them to their max. potential (think speed) is practically not an option, one has to expect a hiker around each turn or turning up out of the woods at all times. Fortunate I am not to be too interested in speed.
About half of this ride was on such tracks. The rest on hardly rideable hiking trails, although much of that has to be credided to my lack of technique and a fairly sloppy shape on the day in question. Good thing the bike wasn’t heavy* because it spent quite some time on my shoulder.
*Compared to a lot of bikes, mine is indeed heavy. On the trip in question at least it wasn’t loaded.
After about 300 meters up and 200 meters down again, all on the nicest gravel, I turned to the hiking trails. The first part I had never even hiked before so I know much about what to expect. Only chose that one because I suspected that the alternative would have zero rideability. The chosen path offered perhaps a little more, but not much.
Then, push. Carry. And repeat.
*By the way, Vidden, see here for more of it.
Some days it’s as if the body (or was it the mind?) just doesn’t want to climb over the front door threshold. Guess I’m lucky, with a backyard like this, dragging me out even on such days.
I know, 18km hardly calls for a map. But here it is, anyway.