Summer Mountain Biking
by Nick Coons
Aug 6, 2003
My dad invited me for a day of mountain biking and hiking up at Chevelon
Creek a week or so ago, and I was up for it. It's been awhile since I
had even been on a bike for any length of time, so I figured it might take
a little getting used to.
Whoever came up with the saying "it's
like riding a bike" has never gone any period of time without riding a
bike, because there was nothing easy about the first two minutes. It came
back to me after that, so I suppose the thought isn't completely unjustified.
little while later, we found a "parking spot" along the trail and hiked
down to the creek. I decided to bust out with my camcorder to pickup some
footage and noticed that my tripod was missing a few pieces. Obviously
it didn't care for the harsh trail terrain and couldn't take the bumps.
All of the footage I could gather from there was handheld.
on a large rock in the middle of the stream I could see a variety of birds
fluttering about. I sat there quietly and almost motionless as to not
scare away any of the wildlife. Slowly breaking out my camera I captured
some video of the various birds flying through the trees and hopping from
twig to twig. A blue jay entered the scene but quickly left before I had
a chance to zoom in.
Our salami sandwich lunches consisted of
bread and salami that we brought from home, mustard from packets thanks
to the local gas station in Payson, and potato chips to give it that extra
crunch, a sort of simulated lettuce.
On our way out, we kept our
eyes peeled on the trail looking for the missing components of my tripod,
and found both of them. We made our way to Woods Canyon Lake where my
dad worked on bringing in the fish and I had fun videotaping the chipmunks
eating random fruit scraps that they found lying on the ground.
burnt as I normally am after a day such as this, we were on our way home.
I was told I would be sore the next day from all of the biking. I countered
that by saying that I was already sore.