I guess I won't be writing any sort of race report for the Big Frog. There really isn't much to say about that.
I will say the first race I ever did was pmbar. My seat post bolt broke at the halfway point on Laurel Mountain and I stuck it out and finished. As epic as it gets. It has been all downhill from there. It is perhaps my favorite race.
It is a race of the unknown. You don't know where the checkpoints are going to be. You don't know what roads are going to be closed and which will be open. You don't know if you picked the right route. You don't know how long it is going to take. You don't know if your bike, and your body, are up for the challenge. You don't know how well you are doing until you finish and even then you still might have to wait hours until you know. You do know you are going to have fun.
I'm having visions of crossing the entire length of South Mills River, pushing Turkey Pen Gap East to West, nightmares of mandatory checkpoints on Summey Cove and some secret bridge on North Mills River and dreams of a high speed All of Black Grande Finale' with other teams hot on our tails. It is going to be too much fun and I simply cannot wait. Bring it on! And Eric, Thank You!
Wednesday I went up Black and got this pesky tree out of the way:
Yesterday I went out to Turkey Pen for a variety of activities: