A Tale of a Trail

The epic saga of trail building continues: more accurately, building of the trail. It takes hours of digging to create one step-down or drop and though the process is slow, I couldn't love it any more. Getting out in the woods and digging in the dirt is cathartic in a way that most other things are not. Perhaps its the silence, the dence greenery, the birds singing, and the tangible results of labor. Certainley enjoying the fruits of one's labor is also part of the magic: flying over a gap you've just spent 10 hours building, ripping around a corner and then pinning it down a straight shoot full of rocks, the rush of adrenaline that comes from such things is indelible, especially on your own trail.





I think I've come up with a decent name: "Natural Selection". The concept fits the way the trail has been built, small beneficial mutations conveying adaptive advantages leading to larger changes... plus it conveys the overused sentiment that anyone who hurts themselves doing something dumb is doing evolution a favor.





Here is a picture of another gap I've started building: