Perfect weather + excellent trails + no mechanical or safety issues = a superb day on the trails.
Today we rode Bear Wallow, or as Andy is fond of saying, Bear Wallow Hollow. This was our fist time at Bear Wallow since our 2003 trip. The trails were varied and not too crowded with the hill climbs and fast sections that make traveling to West Virginia worth the mileage. The trails were not nearly as rough as the well worn Rockhouse trail system.
Our first major stop was an enormous mud hole we stopped at in 2003. Hans and Frans did their best to entertain us with their antics and banter as they played in the mud. Splashing in the mud they washed some salamander eggs up on shore. I wanted to eat them, but Andy wanted to put them back in the water.
Then we wandered out to the end of the trail system. We didn’t see a closed sign, but it soon became apparent that we had gone beyond the approved riding area. After riding over several trees and moving one, we gave up and turned back. The area looked like it had been hit by a tornado, with tons of downed trees.
On our way to lunch we saw an area that had been hit by a wildfire. It was still smoldering in some areas.
For the first time we rode into the town of Logan, the self-proclaimed, “friendliest town in West Virginia.” If I lived in Logan, I am not sure I would be very friendly. The road into Logan passed through a section of town that was a little rough even by West Virginia standards. We pulled up to a stop light next to the B&B gun and pawn shop and made our way to a gas station. After we got gas, we ate at the “Great Escape.” I drank approximately 38 ounces of Diet Dr. Pepper… it was a small. It was a late lunch so Rich, Todd, and Hans got ice cream too.
After we finished eating, we toured the town. Because of a Shriner who was passing out flyers in the middle of the road, we got stuck in a traffic jam. We got beeped at for letting someone merge into the traffic. The stop light let one car through at a time and took about 5 minutes to turn green again.
Back on the trail, we rode the entire system all the greens, blues, and several blacks. Then we did some of our favorite trails again.
No mishaps today. On the way back to Gilbert, some of the guys help a lady change a flat tire. Frans offers to bench press the car while the tire was changed. I am confident the goodwill will be returned to us in the form of safe riding again tomorrow.
Larry is going to post some pictures in a bit. Nighty night.
Today we rode Bear Wallow, or as Andy is fond of saying, Bear Wallow Hollow. This was our fist time at Bear Wallow since our 2003 trip. The trails were varied and not too crowded with the hill climbs and fast sections that make traveling to West Virginia worth the mileage. The trails were not nearly as rough as the well worn Rockhouse trail system.
Our first major stop was an enormous mud hole we stopped at in 2003. Hans and Frans did their best to entertain us with their antics and banter as they played in the mud. Splashing in the mud they washed some salamander eggs up on shore. I wanted to eat them, but Andy wanted to put them back in the water.
Then we wandered out to the end of the trail system. We didn’t see a closed sign, but it soon became apparent that we had gone beyond the approved riding area. After riding over several trees and moving one, we gave up and turned back. The area looked like it had been hit by a tornado, with tons of downed trees.
On our way to lunch we saw an area that had been hit by a wildfire. It was still smoldering in some areas.
For the first time we rode into the town of Logan, the self-proclaimed, “friendliest town in West Virginia.” If I lived in Logan, I am not sure I would be very friendly. The road into Logan passed through a section of town that was a little rough even by West Virginia standards. We pulled up to a stop light next to the B&B gun and pawn shop and made our way to a gas station. After we got gas, we ate at the “Great Escape.” I drank approximately 38 ounces of Diet Dr. Pepper… it was a small. It was a late lunch so Rich, Todd, and Hans got ice cream too.
After we finished eating, we toured the town. Because of a Shriner who was passing out flyers in the middle of the road, we got stuck in a traffic jam. We got beeped at for letting someone merge into the traffic. The stop light let one car through at a time and took about 5 minutes to turn green again.
Back on the trail, we rode the entire system all the greens, blues, and several blacks. Then we did some of our favorite trails again.
No mishaps today. On the way back to Gilbert, some of the guys help a lady change a flat tire. Frans offers to bench press the car while the tire was changed. I am confident the goodwill will be returned to us in the form of safe riding again tomorrow.
Larry is going to post some pictures in a bit. Nighty night.
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