My first love
Saturday morning I got out for a mountain bike ride–early. Thick clouds and 50 degree temperatures greeted me for my 8:30am departure. I went to my first haunt, Nonotuck Park for a circuit of familiar trails. Most of the park is pretty flat with plenty of roots to keep it interesting. The most technical part of loop is by the pond, which tends to be wetter, slicker, narrower and steeper than the rest of the park.
Despite there being no surprises, this time I brought a new toy, the Contour Roam camera. I’ve brought the camera out in a couple of rides to test it out. I’m still having trouble with the mount staying in place. Once I hit a bumpy stretch the camera slips low. I have to correct it, which isn’t always possible when climbing or negotiating a tricky area.
It was a good ride, and I wasn’t planning on doing any mountain biking this weekend. I don’t know why I thought it wouldn’t be as good as a road ride, because (and I am always rediscovering this, which makes me wonder why I ever forgot it), I really love mountain biking. It’s what I started with, and I started doing it in that very park. I ended up staying out twice as long as I planned.
I hope for more of this, and soon. I have a business trip this week which will throw my workout schedule out for most of the week. But what I want from the summer is becoming more clear to me, with more trails with slick roots, rocks, tight trees and rolling single track in my future.