My dad's been ripping up Rowlett Creek for the past few years, but when he lived in Atlanta, we rode just about everything; quick spins at Blankets, night rides, cross-country races, 12 and 24 hour races, epic 8 hour mountain deathmarches, you name it. This weekend he's in town. We missed riding yesterday, but the weather was good today, and there were a few trails that we never got around to.
Snake Creek Gap.
We met there and shuttled to Dug Gap. Like 2 minutes into the ride, he had to stop and adjust the limit on his rear derailleur. Riding in Dallas, he's literally never used the granny gear since he bought this cassette :)
Dalton's down there somewhere.
After the first strangling climb, we got into the rocks. My dad's got skills and he figured them out quickly. Of course, he sketched when I tried to take a picture.
"Trail".
I've only made the climb up to the northern end of Barn Mountain once. Not today.
The Padre grinding out that climb.
Chunky.
Smoother.
Smoother still.
On the forest road, I saw what I thought was fresh horse sign and later smelled a strong animal scent, but never ran into anything. Weird.
With the recent rains, Swamp Creek was higher than usual. There was a good trickle going near the first crossing.
Ha ha, I didn't get my feet wet.
Grinding up Mill Mountain.
On the Mill Mountain ridge, there were 2 tough climbs, a bunch of rollers and the long descent to Snake Creek Gap. Except for 2 climbs, we were really moving. No time for pictures. Woohoo!
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