I had not been to Wawayanda since the Bearscat 50 race. With all the rain, I hadn't been on a mountain bike much at all. Finally the rain stopped and the sun appeared. When I got back to my favorite forest, things had changed.
The ferns were so tall, thick and lush that they appeared to be a sea of textured green three feet above the ground. The laurel were in full bloom and hung like puffy white clouds above verdant seas of ferns and blueberry bushes. The trail, a ribbon of rock was now inches wide as my tire parted the green sea, and got swallowed by ferns. Climbing out of the sea onto big rocks and then floating down back into the sea. ... pure bliss. This was a special day to be out riding.
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