I got blood on my church shirt.
Wasn’t much. Wasn’t on purpose, but still.
This Spring, it’s been impossible to get Kat to commit to a backpacking trip. He went and got himself a new hobby, see. We’ve done a lot of the trails around here, and he’s done more than I have. There really just isn’t anything within reasonable “weekend backpacking trip” distance that we can grab packs and go. At least nothing we haven’t done so often that (dare I say it?) it’s getting a little boring.
He ended up getting a mountain bike and that was the last I saw of him for . . well. . 2016 and the first quarter of 2017. It snuck up on me that Northwest Arkansas has turned into a mountain biking destination. I’m not surprised and, well, neither is anyone who has ever gone into the green up here. Lewis & Clark recently offered teachers in the area a 20% discount on bikes, and it is my birthday this week, so I bit.
Yesterday, I picked up my new Giant Talon 2. I sent this picture to Kat and he sent me back a text to meet him at 7:00 a.m. at the Blowing Springs MTB Trail Head. Told him I could come, but I had to be back at the house at 9:30 to get the boys ready for church.
9 miles and 90 minutes later, I had a new passion. It was my first ever mountain biking trip. I did alright. Crashed hard twice, but not so bad that I had to stop riding. Bloodied up my elbows. Got the chain-oil tattoo on my right calf. Made it to church, though (barely), and I’m still sore. Probably should’ve put a little bandage on that elbow trail-rash before I put on my church shirt. Can’t wait to go back, though.
I haven’t given up backpacking. Nope. Not at all.
But I wake up a good 3-4 hours before the rest of my sleepy family anyway. And 20 minutes out the door can find me on some beautiful mountain biking trails. Back in time for breakfast.
(and a shower)