Dean had said this park was kinda hard, but when I asked him if I could do it, he said "you should be okay". Well I was not okay. It was freakin hard core. I would have really been screwed if there wasn't a really nice guy and his son there to help guide me up the mountain the easiest way (which was not so easy).
When we got to a big junction, they took off and rode and said they would check on me from time to time (which they did) and they said to flag them down if I needed anything. I was so glad to know that there were nice people to help me if needed, since almost all of it was difficult terrain.
So I took a shot in the dark and picked a trail to ride up. I found an easy trail and rode it for a ways and then took other trails that looked easy, but I did get into a couple pickles and had to walk my bike down a few steep, rocky and rutted spots. I'd like to think that if I would have attempted to ride down them, I would have hurt myself pretty bad (this way of thinking helps me to not feel like a wuss for walking the bike down the tough stuff).
There was one trail that had a two foot drop coming off a rock, I was already committed so I went for it. I imagined the front tire diving into the ground and me fling over the handle bars, but it was fine. I rode over it with no problems.
On my way back down about 3 hours later, I ran into a flock of turkeys (that was pretty cool).
The two guys where wrapping things up and getting ready to go home by the time I was done riding. I thanked them and told the dad that he was really helpful because it would have been even more scary if he hadn't of been there.
I almost wonder if the dad and his son were there on that day and time because the Lord was looking out for me.................I'd like to think so.
**I took this picture as I was walking my bike down a stupid steep hill. I tried to make light of how hard it actually was. If you look close you can see sweat beads all over my face... ewww...**
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