Two eggs scrambled and fried into a patty, with a layer of cheese on top and stuffed in a bagel, was breakfast while driving, along with herbal tea, my usual first round of hydration on the way to the trailhead. At East Mesa, I un-racked the bike and soon after headed out on East Side. The morning air temp was already warm, 78 degrees F, a few movements of the minute hand past 8 o’clock.
Up East Side on then on over and up West Side, the trail rolled by under the bike tires. Where West Side ends for bikers, I crossed over 79 and worked my way up Cold Spring. Known by some as Steve’s Trail, Cold Spring was purpose built for mountain biking and, like always, it was a joyful jaunt on it. At its other end, I turned left on Stonewall knowing it was going to be a bit of grind up to Soapstone. What I didn’t know was that my legs were going to soon begin to not feel 100%.
( Unlock the paywall for $10.20/ year: https://mtbeer.substack.com/subscribe?coupon=0fd4133e )
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to PASEANDO MTB to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.