“Hi! I’m not sure how long I’m going to last out here but…”
“Sir, you do know the park closes at 5pm today for the hunt.”
The hunt?
This was my two seconds of confusion while passing through the visitor station at Guadalupe River State Park at around 3:45pm this past Sunday. I’d decided to grab the mountain bike and head out to the park for an hour or so of riding. The mountain bike was my steed of choice since it was windy and cold. I reasoned that cruising around under the dense treecover might provide a shelter from the elements.
That it did. I had a blast with the park all to myself.
I’d forgotten how much fun it is to be offroad. To twist and turn. Start, stop. Plowing over rocks and obstacles with an abandon that only a fat, knobby tire can provide.
My only regret is that this ride was cut too short.
To play it safe, I left about 20 minutes until 5pm.
I had no intention of launching an experiment of what happens when you mix mountain bikers with deer hunters.
Maybe next time…
I’m glad you hit the trails, and I soooo miss mountain biking with you. Don’t let your passion for road biking supplant the MTB to dinosaur status… you *KNOW* I’m a mountain biker at heart, and can’t wait to kick dirt up in your face again at McAllister or Gov’t Canyon or elsewhere after baby’s born and we’ve graduated to being ready and able to have someone babysit her for short periods.
Road biking is fine, and I look forward to getting a Felt and joining you on that too, but mountain biking is where it’s at!
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