There is a saying that goes something like " A picture is worth a thousand words". I am not in any way trying to challenge or prove such a statement. I'm just pointing out that with all that a picture can say, there is much that it can not say. Things like: the sweet smell of rotting leaves and decomposing ferns. The feeling of salty, wind irritated tears mixing with sweat on my cheeks. The rhythmic knocking sound of a pileated woodpecker on a nearby tree. My pounding heart trying to climb a rock face at the top of a hill. These are all what make each mountain bike ride a chapter in an ongoing story; the story in the life of a mountain biker.
All the pictures in this post were taken within 5 minutes of each other, at one location, in the middle of a ride, on a cloudy fall day.
