a tough ride
Its hard to imagine a sadder reason to be bikepacking, I looking for my dog Sam. The last sighting was last night on the edge of the Columbey NP. But jes better dog would be hard to find.
Anyway, best not dwell. Today's ride was about hope, and getting know my new-to-me Salsa Beargrease. I had risen it twice before and it had gone well, my only concern was the long narrow saddle that xjewed by butt.
Today's ride started with a gut wrenching drop. Plummeting over boulder islands in washed out gulleys all at an impossible slope. Within minite of beginning the front brake pads squealed for attention. There was nothing for it, but to continue riding off the rear brake and walking the worst bits. Pads would be hard enough to buy, let alone a new disc.
After a rapid decline, the country opened up; grassy plains, a graded road and interesting swamp lands. A good place for a dog to hang out.
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