There were six water crossings on the way up! Three with 'bridges', two with fast water just below hub (on a 29" wheel) and the last was just flowing over the road at the campground. Needless to say, the fun factor kicked in and I kept riding. To add insult to injury my rear wheel slipped off of one of the log bridges dropping the bike and my pretend bashguard, it taco-ed. I was forced to use a Neanderthal hammer to fix it just so I could keep riding through the river. My short ride wasn't so short. My bike is a mess. Brennen fell asleep at 7pm (for the night, we think). This is going to be fun...
Trail maintainance?
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