Everyone arrived in Gilbert before lunch on Sunday, so we saddled and headed out on the oldest and most venerable of Hatfield McCoy Trails – La Maison de la Roche.
Rock House is like your favorite wine… from ten years ago. It’s complex, varied, and leaves you a little numb. It’s also fairly familiar and can be a little monotonous. Not that we’re complaining… the weather was perfect, there was nearly zero dust, and little traffic.
On our way to Man, WV for gas and a snack, we came across a couple riding slowly, in their church clothes, with a small poodle-ish dog in the husband’s lap. I really didn’t mean to splash them as I passed, but I am not sorry I did.
The good thing about knowing the system well is that we know what trails to avoid. Namely trail 19… But there were a few surprises in store, like trail 16. Imagine a perfectly groomed trail lined with 12 inch tall green grass flanking both sides weaving through the mountains for five miles. Sweet.
As we descended the final hill back in to Gilbert, I ran out of gas… proof that we essentially got in a full day of riding. Everyone was pretty whipped, so after a trip to Hardee’s for some grub, we quickly retired to get ready for day 2.
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