There is singletrack around here somewhere.

I got to spend quite a bit of time in the woods on my bike all alone this weekend. Even though the trails at Blue Mound were almost completely obscured by fallen leaves, it was one of my favorite sessions this year. It's easy to take sweet trail conditions for granted in July, but these days every moment spent in the woods carving turns feels like it could be the last for a while; making them that much sweeter. While it was so fun and fast I caught myself drooling at times, I couldn't help but to think that I should have been jumping over coffins in a diaper. Seemed like a no-brainer to me.