|Jon. Rocking the Rawland.|
I'm regressing. Again. And I just can't explain how frustrating this is. So I won't try. Have a beer.
In any case. I took a lovely, but slow ride this morning with Councilman Snyder.
The beauty of this area (Kettle River/Orient/Boyds) is that you can do crazy long Nat'l Forest rides or crazy beautiful road rides with smatterings of dirt thrown in. And there's nearly zero traffic. And I can't believe it's not crawling with other cyclists.
Jon and I did a short loop before the rest of his family and friends woke up this morning: a nice climb from the Barstow Bridge that rose above the Kettle River, then opened up to farming land, and then continued with a short climb around a mountain and descending into Orient, then followed the river back to Barstow.
The climbs are perfect: sort of long and gentle, my favorite -- and normally, I'd stand into them and take them at a moderate pace, then ride through the end of them. But today it was granny all the way.
The best part was the descent into Orient: twisty, gravel, and steep. It's a challenging descent.