Well damnit kids in the morning I wanted to ride quite badly but could not due to last minute days off ending bullshit and the ride was pushed till 3ish by then my ride desire failed badly after visiting South Common and a bunch of big box stores looking for a new weed trimmer.
I was with my youngest daughter so I enjoyed every minute but you know… we were still at big box stores and by the end my spirit was broken and I was home putting together a weed trimmer and finding out they didn't supply the hardware. Fuck you Canadian tire. I had good energy and Canadian Tire ruined it.
It was a last minute game time decision to go to Devon all in an order to avoid that deadly Edmonton rush hour.as I was already in a bad mood because of the weed trimmer bullshit. I wanted to go somewhere flat and like a complete moron I chose to ride in Devon. The hilliest of all the hilliest.
My spirit was broken with thoughts of work ringing through my brain and the oncoming onslaught of hills I was getting myself into. I parked at the bike park and headed into the woods towards the golf course and campground. I found some ok singletrack and then found the stairs they dubbed 'fire legs' cause of the long steep climb up.
Welcome to Devon.
The multi use I used to get to the campground was somewhat gentle with very steep descents and climbs. I had a series of steep climbs and I tapped out when I saw an exit to suburbia up above and I took it almost as fast as a politician taking a bribe.
An insanely steep and straight downhill called Roots and Ruts took me to the campground where I explored a bit and climbed out into suburbia avoiding the insane amount of steep climbs and rode down the Hoots Down Blue trail which was the most enjoyable part of the ride.
Nights start tomorrow. The plan is to ride at midnight tonight and if it's longer than 8 km I might post on here so…
I know you all will be on the edge of your seats.
Thats how you end a proper blog post kids. With suspense!
