It took a year and a half to get there, but yesterday I rode at Mine Hill. We averaged 3 mph over 4 miles and climbed 240 feet per mile, shattering my previous record of 194 feet per mile.
Even though the temperature was a perfect 70 and the leaves were only about a third of the way out, it was muggy in the trees. It’s black fly season. Black flies breed only in very clean, running streams. The babbling brooks at Mine Hill are evidently pristine.
Most riders avoid Mine Hill. There isn’t much flow there, and there are a lot of hard, uncaring surfaces. Only 61 Strava users’ times show on the most popular of the three segments we rode. On those three segments , my times were third slowest, second slowest, and slowest – A Trifecta.
That doesn’t matter. Learning from John and Korey and Chris, I rode more than I thought I could and left less than a postage stamp’s worth of skin on the trail. And in the parking lot after, sitting in a camp chair next to a dirt road that sees about one car per hour during the evening commute, the beer was outstanding.