well thats pure bullshit. i know wear and tear takes maintenance and that can be anyoing but concrete aint the solution and if it is that section of trail is poorly designed.
When you are very obviously working, have dismount signs up, yet riders still rip through your unfinished berm littered with tools and a dangerous root.
well thats pure bullshit. i know wear and tear takes maintenance and that can be anyoing but concrete aint the solution and if it is that section of trail is poorly designed.
The old school BMX trails boys would mix the odd bag of quickcrete into a barrow when shaping a lip, to keep it rock hard. But actually paving trails is too far. Have a look at BPW and Dyfi, you can create long lasting year round trails by hardpacking shiggles/little rocks
well thats pure bullshit. i know wear and tear takes maintenance and that can be anyoing but concrete aint the solution and if it is that section of trail is poorly designed.
The old school BMX trails boys would mix the odd bag of quickcrete into a barrow when shaping a lip, to keep it rock hard. But actually paving trails is too far. Have a look at BPW and Dyfi, you can create long lasting year round trails by hardpacking shiggles/little rocks
Actually a good idea as an alternative to rock plate lips also seen in northwest arkansas.
When bears shit all over the trails. Like six giant piles of shit. Does a bear shit in the woods? No, it shits right in the middle of my freshly groomed trail.
So there I was …I thought I was alone, resurrecting a trail that hasn’t been used in years. Overgrown with blowdown trees along the route. I set my bike and backpack further up the trail (30M+) and began my 4th day of cleanup. Moved a few rocks, cut a blowdown and pulled some thorny weeds when eventually I reached my bike. Time for a drink and snack break…so I thought. Further up the trail I noticed a glove, then a jacket. I reached down to grab my pac…it was gone. Wait, someone took my stuff and dropped their jacket and glove. I ran up the trail. It was my jacket and glove, and a few other things spread up the abandoned trail. What is going on here? Then it dawned on me. A bear. He had taken my pack sack while I wasn’t looking. My bike tools were gone, my food was gone, and my iPhone was gone. After a few minutes of frantically searching a small area I realize I needed help. I jumped on my bike and headed back out. I met two mtb’ers at the exit of this hidden trail and explained what had just happened. I asked them to keep an eye out for my stuff and a bear. Then he appeared …at the exit …probably 400+lbs and didn’t care about us at all. He kept walking to another trail. Since I don’t speak Bear I couldn’t ask where my stuff was. I wanted my iPhone, packsac, tools and stuff back. Anyways, with the help of “Find my Phone “ and a ping from my son-in-laws phone, we located my iPhone about 30m off the trail through some thick brush. Found my bike tools first, then my iPhone, then a sock, then some energy bar wrappers and finally my pac. My packsac was destroyed and had bear saliva inside and out. I never leave my phone in my pack anymore. I’ve also had a number of run-ins, before and after this event, with this bruin. He’s the father of a number of cubs each year and this mountain seems to be his territory. My latest encounter with him was a staring contest, on a trail, which I lost. He’s a nice Bear …I hope.
Really blows my story about crashing into a badger out the water
I suppose the odd bear is worth it for the terrain you guys get over the pond, but I'm glad we don't have them here, I would have needed my brown pants
Stihldog wrote:
So there I was …I thought I was alone, resurrecting a trail that hasn’t been used in years. Overgrown with blowdown trees along the route. I set my bike and backpack further up the trail (30M+) and began my 4th day of cleanup. Moved a few rocks, cut a blowdown and pulled some thorny weeds when eventually I reached my bike. Time for a drink and snack break…so I thought. Further up the trail I noticed a glove, then a jacket. I reached down to grab my pac…it was gone. Wait, someone took my stuff and dropped their jacket and glove. I ran up the trail. It was my jacket and glove, and a few other things spread up the abandoned trail. What is going on here? Then it dawned on me. A bear. He had taken my pack sack while I wasn’t looking. My bike tools were gone, my food was gone, and my iPhone was gone. After a few minutes of frantically searching a small area I realize I needed help. I jumped on my bike and headed back out. I met two mtb’ers at the exit of this hidden trail and explained what had just happened. I asked them to keep an eye out for my stuff and a bear. Then he appeared …at the exit …probably 400+lbs and didn’t care about us at all. He kept walking to another trail. Since I don’t speak Bear I couldn’t ask where my stuff was. I wanted my iPhone, packsac, tools and stuff back. Anyways, with the help of “Find my Phone “ and a ping from my son-in-laws phone, we located my iPhone about 30m off the trail through some thick brush. Found my bike tools first, then my iPhone, then a sock, then some energy bar wrappers and finally my pac. My packsac was destroyed and had bear saliva inside and out. I never leave my phone in my pack anymore. I’ve also had a number of run-ins, before and after this event, with this bruin. He’s the father of a number of cubs each year and this mountain seems to be his territory. My latest encounter with him was a staring contest, on a trail, which I lost. He’s a nice Bear …I hope.
Really blows my story about crashing into a badger out the water I suppose the odd bear is worth it for the terrain you guys get over the pond, but I'm glad we don't have them here, I would have needed my brown pants
A badger? I’m gonna google that. If they are anything like a hiker with blaring music through earbuds whilst in the middle of the trail …then I’d need a protective shield and a masters degree in psychology. I’d rather kiss a bear. Anyways, a new season of riding, bridge building and trail resurrection. This winter wasn’t as harsh as last year so the cougars weren’t pushed down to our area like they were last year.…but frequent shoulder checks are still necessary when you’re alone.