New Trail

Everything’s different
With my head in the clouds
I hit this corner
With my foot on the gas
I started sliding, I lose it
Everything’s different just like that

Dave Mathews “So Dman Lucky” is flowing out of my headphones and the lightening flashes. I see the trail drop off and turn in front of me and I lose it. The ridge is a dangerous place in a lightening storm but I can’t turn back now. I have made it up Sypes Ridge and the trail is supposed to just float downhill from here and empty out at the M Trail. I am still on schedule to be out before it gets too dark. Expectations are funny. Specially when you look at a map it all looks possible.   I still believed I could do it.

Oh my God, wait and see
What will soon become of me?
Frozen heart
Screaming wheels
Does that screaming come from me?

Soon I near the bottom of the ravine. I thought to myself that since I dropped fast to the bottom of the range I would pop out soon. I may  even be ahead of schedule. Last weekend I had the same optimism. Optimism is good because you need it to keep going when the trail seems to turn uphill again and turns out totally different then you thought.  The trail turns upward and I let out a heavy “ugh”.

You said, you said
“I’ll see you later…”
I heard what you said a few minutes later
I’m sliding
Everything’s different again

The trail climbed on and on and then  it got dark. Damn, out on a trail so dark I cannot see and I don’t know when I will get out. For all I know I still have a couple more of these ridges and gullies before I break out. The lightening is striking closer and it appears I will be getting wet. And  … its getting cold. I brace myself against a fresh cold breeze and walk the bike slowly up the trail. I wish I could go back to last weekend. It was a good time. Modest Mouse  pops into my ears and it is one of my favorite tunes, Float On.

Alright don’t worry even if things end up a bit too heavy.
We’ll all float on…alright. Already we’ll all float on.
Alright already we’ll all float on, ok.
Don’t worry we’ll all float on.
Even if things get heavy, we’ll all float on.

I start skipping to the tune. I crack a smile … this is so much fun.  Somewhere on a trail … new to me.

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