Biking Adventures

Hola All-

This story is rather old, but for you all it may be new :) So my husband is into Downhill mountain biking/freeriding and has got me into the sport as well. Why is this so fun? Because you basically go ONLY downhill. Who wants to exert energy and go uphill anyway when you could be flying super fast down hill and be done in 15 minutes and still feel exhausted! Anyway, here is the story of our adventure on Payson Mountain.

Last year this trail was by far my favorite. It was super fast and had a bunch of little jumps that made you feel like you were really good when you landed them. (In all actuallity I probably never got more than a foot off the ground, but lets rub my ego a bit and say I got some sweet air!!)

Well, after a burly winter the Payson trail has been severly flooded. Everytime we go the trail is ruined by horse tracks or just merely the fact that a stream now lies where the trail used to. So we gave it a few months to dry off before we tried it again. The top section was super fun, we had a few run ins with some runaway streams but nothing terrible.

Now comes the fun part. When we were riding there were 4 boys ahead of me, cuz they go faster of course, and then one girl riding behind me. Good old Bizzle. As we are cruising down the bottom section I am finally picking up some speed. I am feeling good and wheeling around turns better than I had in awhile. Then I turn one sharp corner where I face a 2 foot drop located directly between 2 large trees (meaning, I can't go around the drop). Normally this would not be a big deal, except this drop ended in what looked like a small mud puddle. I quickly found this not to be true. Knowing there was no way I could stop in time I decided to ride straight through it and hope momentum was on my side. WRONG! I went down the drop and while my body continued to move forward, my bike decided to stay right where it was and slowly sink more and more into the mud. Needless to say, hit my head on another bike stuck in the mud, completed my front flip and landed squarely on my back. When I looked up I noticed 4 more bikes of all the boys ahead of me strewn about the mud puddle. The riders themselves stood around the pit, some covered in goo and some squeaky clean.

Biz must have heard the laughter from when I hit the ground and was the only rider not covered in the muck! It was pretty funny. Later I found out that all the boys had hid in the trees one by one to see everyone fall. I definately won the best fall award though!

We rode the rest of the way down the mountain and were gawked at by all the campers hiking to spots. I was basically one color from head to foot! I'm pretty sure we won't be riding that trail for quite some time!!!