June 7, 2013
“Sure, a rest, why not,” I thought, a mile into the trek. After torturing myself on trails far beyond my ability, this was my kind of riding: frequent water and photo breaks
and a steady, slow pace. We continued on, hopping over small pebbles and sticks, the large group chatting merrily.
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“I think I may have missed the turn off,” local bike shop owner Mick Wolf said nonchalantly as we wearily pushed our bikes to the top of the rocky hill where other riders waited.