Today we had decided to go and try find a new trail that a friend of mine had told me about a few weeks ago. Although he had never actually ridden the track, he knew where it was, and myself and Alan went for a trip down to the beaches to see if we could find it. After a few narrow hairpins, a vista emerged onto a well known lake, and we began searching for the trailhead. Within seconds, we had discovered an overgrown track, clearly neglected, which led down to the valley floor below. We hastened down and made our way on foot to the bottom of the track. It was pretty wild, but it was something different, and it had some very cool sections. So up top we unloaded the gear and went for a few runs.
Alan makes his way down a few roots and rocks to hit a quick left-hander at a new track.
Its amazing what you can sometimes find hidden in suburbia. I am currently working on an article called "Local Exposure" which is a bit of a take on the idea of 'local trails', places that we often ride when we dream of being somewhere else, but never really think twice about. Clearly this is one such example: someone had gone through considerable effort crafting their own home-grown trail, and it was great for a quick afternoon spin.
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