It's amazing that bikes ride this trail.I had one pass me along the way. I was glad to have him go ahead to knock down all the spider webs for me!!
Along the way, I met my former nemesis, whom I kicked off the trail and over a cliff last year in the Turkey and Taturs 50K so he would not humble me at the finish line.
He was eager to get out of the way, but I told him not to sweat it as we were not racing today.I ended up at the north end of the powerlines, and then headed back towards the parking lot. Three ticks for today, bringing the total to 19 for the year.
One of my biggest pet peeves is people who litter the trails, and especially broken glass.
Maybe it happens like this....A couple punk kids are sitting around and one says, "Dude! What are you doing Saturday night?"
"I dunno, what'd you wanna do?""I know. Lets go up to Turkey Mountain and break some glass. I have a whole crapload of empty Keystone Light bottles in my old man's garage."
"Radical man. That'd be cool!"
"Bitchin, Dude, Bitchin!"
But this glass actually looked really old, like maybe it had been here for quite a while.
Maybe the rains had washed the dirt away and this glass was re-emerging after being burried for many years. Maybe the conversation was more like this....A few country boys were sitting around and one says, "Say, Eli, what dost thou have planned for this sabbath day afternoon?"
"I am not certain, Jebediah. Pray tell what dost thou want to do?""I know....let us gather together some fruit jars from Brother Thaddeus' barn and carry them hence to the hill that rises from the west bank of the Arkansas. From there, we will carry these glass vessels and cast them upon the stones in the forest."
"I do not know if my Pa will approve of this activity, Brother Jebediah. I have my chores to attend to."
"I will come and help you finish with milking, and we can depart after we are through."
"Then I will go with thee."
"Bitchin, Dude, Bitchin!"
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