28 January 2012 Mount Mud

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Mount Mud

Despite my better judgment we went trail biking on Saturday after riding the Rivanna Trail to Darden Towe park. In truth, I was outvoted. After watching her father barrel down a muddy slope into the woods, Sam turned me to and said, “I want to go explore with Daddy.”

I followed along, curious to see how much trail Sam could handle. I know exactly how much trail I can handle, which, as the few faithful readers of my blog will know, ain’t much. Even after getting slightly knobbier tires, my bike and I still get thrown a lot–by roots, rocks, twisting descents. Heck, even coarse gravel.

I suspected that Sam wanted to show me up. And she did, mostly. She’s a cautious kid and walked her bike whenever it got too scary. But she never once complained. I confess, the realization of that made me blush a bit, when I think how loudly I complained on some of our rocky trail rides in the UK.

So I held my tongue as well… except for some of the muddy parts at the end. As Sam later said, our shoes and bike tires now look like they could sprout plants at any moment.