|The growler's just for show. No beer is consumed in the making of this adventure.|
We make one more stop, during which I join the growing legion of soigneurs, and within seconds, we're back on the road. Within minutes, we're entering Riverside State Park. It's every bit as rad as it sounds.
The man with the van has a plan. I don't know it right now, but this is where we'll be riding.
I stop to admire the sight of my buddies admiring the fogged-in hills from which we have just emerged. These guys don't stop much, so I gotta snap fast when the opportunity presents itself.
I survey Joe's 29er Elephant hardtail and once again conclude that it rules.
I witness Joe and said Elephant on the trail.
"For an area that's supposed to be so damned flat, there's sure a buttload of climbing", I think to myself, repeatedly, during the buttload of climbing.
The payoff is the view from atop Pine Bluff. Joe, John, Glen and Justin, L-R.
I hear someone call me a pornographer. It doesn't bother me at all.
Well, maybe just a little. I take one bikeless shot, just to validate that I am not.
I arrive back at the van sopping wet from my own sweat, with snot dripping from my nose, mud splattered all over my face, and a set of seared lungs. I anxiously wonder how soon I will be able to get back out here and do this again.