This dark trail has an even darker history. About a quarter century ago, two rotting corpses were found alongside the trail—victims of an apparent murder suicide. Even without the backstory the place is spooky.

You’ll find me there in the dusky hours building new features, restoring old ones, fixing drainage issues, and just being generally ghoulish.

They say that you haven’t lived till you’ve fucked with buck brush. A friend and I cleared a bit of corridor and since the soil was damp, we fixed some tread too. This important connector is finally rideable.… it just took summoning some latent frustration to make it happen

Riding a bit fast and a bit loose down Stein Butte I broke traction coming a bit hot into an off-camber outside turn. My rear wheel banged a tree, broke a spoke, and blew the tire about an hour ride from the truck. And it’s getting dark… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m guessing my horoscope this week reads something like, “Oh sweet Virgo, despite the cool weather you’re a hot mess and a traveling shitshow. But that’s just how you like it so enjoy.”

I’m wise enough to accept there are things outside of my control e.g., a 4500 pound vehicle sliding sideways down a steep canyon road—out of my control. I’m also dumb enough to put myself in this type of situation… Sometimes we are fortunate enough to counter a bad decision with a good one. In this case I jettisoned the truck and rode out on the bike. A couple hours later I returned with 40 pounds of chains in my backpack and drove right out of that canyon.