March 25, 2010
I was following along in Off the Beaten Track, and everything was going great until I had to find the "hidden singletrack surprise." After riding back and forth for a while, I eventually picked up the old road-turned-trail, and followed it for about a half of mile. And then it just ended. In the woods. In the middle of nowhere.
Yes, it just ended. There was a field off to the left, so I spent a while wandering around the edge of the field looking for any semblance of road. Then, I headed back up in the woods and started working my way out in concentric circles, looking for a remnant of trail.
I used to pride myself in my trail finding skills, but I could not find anything. Well, there were several times when I thought I might have picked up a trail of some sort. But it would lead nowhere.
There may have been a trail there even as recently as last fall, but the leaves hadn't been ridden in, and there was so much dead fall in the area that if there was a trail, it could have been completely hidden under last fall's leaves and this winter's dead branches and trees.
I ended up turning around and riding back to my car. In the end, my quick 1 1/2 hour 15 mile ride turned into about a 2 1/2 - 3 hour 23 mile epic.