So I found this place a while back and either late spring rains, or an already busy week have kept me from attempting my first ever weekday bike camping adventure. But yesterday and last nite seemed as good a time as any. As far as my history goes, there is no place I feel more at home than in that little orange and tan tent that I thoughtfully stole from Amy so long ago. The trail is a local mountain bike haunt, and there are some overlooked bluffs along a fast stretch of single track, complete with a freaky carved tree trunk gnome, a few remnants of teenage drinking activities, and a KILLER south facing view.
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| racing the sunset |
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| under this and up the hill! |
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| you can always find water at the church |
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| downvalley Faenza |
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| follow the signs under this blockage |
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| glorious singletrack |
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| the tree lined bluff overlook (through amber lenses) |
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| my bike camping Gog...he needs a name |
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| Ive said it before...find me a better place to live... |
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| playing with the camera at night...should have been doing yoga... |
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| morning.... |
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| ...wood |
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| another water stop and down the hill to the bike path into Faenza, then farm roads back to The Farm. |
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| "POWERED BY MOKADOR" |
There will be regular installments of "bike Camping" I can assure you. A sub-12 hour bike camping trip on a weekday to fuel the rest of the week's adventures on and off the bike. A night in my tent to inspire poetry, calm, and reflections on the past. Even the teens with flashlights, beers and a dog were respectful and moved to another spot when they knew a guy was sleeping in a tent. Not a bad way to spend the night away from the Farm.
S.
1 comment:
That amber lens shot with your bike is beautiful and epic! I want to go sit up there with you and maybe hang-glide of the cliffs :)
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