When we last checked in with our dynamic duo....blah, blah, blah. It's always the same story...ride at The Cove, race here or there, ride at The Cove, repeat. I was ready for something a little different. An epic adventure was not on my wish list however. I felt like exploring, but not a ride so remote and uncharted that we could get lost, hurt, or exhausted. A mini-adventure, if you will.
I dug out the trusty Jefferson National Forest map and looked into some short (18-20 mile) loops that would be about three-quarters fire road and one-quarter trail. What we found was a real gem.
Dragon's Back is infamous for chewing mountain bikers up and spitting them out. The ride that is the back of the dragon is home to more than just some of the area's most technical single track. The fire roads are seen by many as simply a way to connect these awesome trails, but they can be a heart-pumping training ride by themselves.
Pookie and I parked at the base of the mountain on the opposite side of where the Dragon's Back race takes place. We climbed, on singlespeeds as usual, to the summit and partially down the other side on. This is usually a pretty tame ride, albeit a leg-burner. On this occasion it was a little less than idyllic. In fact, I would prefer to use some rather tasty adjectives, but this is a G-rated blog, so I'll refrain. The roads had just recently been buried in a two-inch thick layer of gravel. Now I know what purpose this serves, and I realize that these roads are open to vehicular traffic, but it's really a kicker when you're expecting hard pack like this...

...and what greets your climbing legs is a soft gravel bed that eats your momentum like the purple people eater eats people. It was not fun, and Pookie reminded me of this fact more than once. I have been a happily married man for almost 13 years, but I'm afraid that someday she's gonna kill me for dragging her one of these rides. As you can see because I'm able to write this post, fortunately this was not one of them.
We did reach the summit and descended partially down the other side before hitting more gravel. "I don't want to climb up
this side in the gravel too." I was with her all the way on this one. We turned around and headed for the valley floor and some rolling pavement. We rode about six miles to where we picked up a trail that I had scoped out the night before on my maps.

We stopped and talked with the mini-horses on the way. They didn't seem too fond of our helmeted noggins and our shiny bikes.

Once we made it onto the trail, we were treated to a bit of everything. The first mile or so was well-worn double track that looked as if it was used quite regularly. The trail narrowed the deeper we ventured into the woods and became rocky and more technical. An open area revealed the reason for the trail's well-worn condition; fire. Crews had used this bit of trail to reach this area of the forest to battle a recent blaze. My guess is that this area had been burned in the last six months.
Eventually, our loop concluded back on the fire road just a short stint from where we parked. I immediately started looking at other possible loops in the area that we could try on future mini-adventure trips. This area is just full of possibilities and begs to be explored, which is exactly what I intend on doing.
Join us next time when you'll hear Pookie say "I didn't know we were riding at race-pace!"