As we got closer to the entrance of the lower trail, we were treated to some of the more stand-out 'Jesus light' I'd seen in awhile. At this point the pathway really started to pick up speed and we were truly in some of the most awe inspiring forest anywhere. The dirt was moist and those classic slimy cedar roots glistened up at us, grinning their slippery grin. On more than a few occasions my rear tire was thrown out behind me in that sudden uncontrollable flash that only the greasiest of roots can provide.