After either being cooped up inside or getting rained on outside, it was nice to finally get out for a pedal last week on a dry day. I watched the sun shine for most of the day, then loaded up my bike and headed over to Kwage Mesa for a few sunset laps.
Someone’s cabin fever, however, had apparently boiled over before mine did and they hit the trail immediately after the rain subsided. There were deep footprints in the dirt singletrack, turning what I was hoping to be a flowy ride on some tacky dirt into a choppy and bumpy experience.
I understand their mindset. Sometimes you just have to get out and it’s hard to know what condition a trail is in until you’re actually on it.
But come on, after 50 feet it should have become apparent to this mysterious bigfoot that a paved surface would have been a better choice than slogging through the mud.
But they went on anyway.
Their shoes probably weighed 10 pounds by the time they finished the trail. And then they turned around and put another set of 3-inch deep tracks on the trail going the other way.
I kept wondering what that person was thinking as I aimed my front tire at their footprints in an attempt to smooth the trail back out.
Thinking about what they were thinking, however, completely ruined my first lap.