Earlier this week, as a break from grading exams, I went up to Pine Valley to ride. Up the hard road to the tree and then on back to Indian Creek, served as a warm-up. Damn, was it pretty out there.
Indian Creek is one of my favorite trails, anywhere. Climbing up and being out in what feels like a remote and exposed trail where desert and mountains intersect, puts me in a happy and content place of being.
The weather was perfect — sunny and low 70s. A little wind kicked up here and there, which was nice for cooling my body.
I love dropping into this little spot.
On up to Noble and then down it. On the way down, I biked through clouds of lady bugs up top, reveled in the sound of gushing water and seeing small waterfalls, laughed aloud at goof ups and dabs, and emoted a few “hell yeahs” on other stuff I cleaned.
All the while, I did not see another human being.