I ran into one of the trail-builders at the trail head, and I talked to him and scratched his old dog. It was cool to talk. He rode my bike around and decided he wants to get a new bike. I got to complement the massive amount of work and thank him. Then he tipped me off about another possible area to go ride, hopefully I will do that tomorrow.
Millstone has seen a lot of intense trailwork and it’s got to be one of the weirder places to ride. The trails at Millstone are all amazing, don’t get me wrong. But things are so kaleidoscopic. On any given trail you’re apt to encounter everything. You’ll see some rake-and-ride, some bench, some freeride stunts, some berms, some jumps…
It’s all down to the crazy, crazy terrain. All through the woods are these fragments of rail grades, brickyards, rusting machines, slag piles, pits. It’s something of a junkyard, but not in the sense of garbage.
Throughout all this is a diabolically complex set of pathways that just are so in-tune with what elements were there to play with. It’s actually an intensely organic place where the trails feel almost like a product of nature.
Running a ladder-bridge down a set of blocks? Just add steps, so it feels right in place.
Have a tree in the middle of an ewok village? Just build the walkway around that tree.
Have a long granite rib running across the hill? That’s your line.
Last shots are my suspension travel indicators. Yep, there are some big drops in them there woods.
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