A day booked off for riding was a dismal failure. Extreme wobbly legs greeted me at the very start and I knew I was doomed. I tried focusing hard and quickly ran into heavy concentrations of pure mud. The mud was anywhere where the trail got close to the creek. A sign of the times we are in now.
Hopefully the fine weather helps dry out the lower trails, I know lots that were under river water don't stand a chance of being back to normal for quite some time.
|this is what greeted me in mill creek|
|a moment to ponder life and riding|