We still didn't know what trail we were on, if it was actually open, where it went, or if it ended anywhere that wouldn't entail a major journey back to our car or the Touring Center. What we did know was that it was a fun trail and that we were finally on some sweet if not very muddy singletrack! The trail ran along a ridge and was predominately downhill. As the rain picked up we found ourselves riding several technical stream crossings and several more very fun ridge trails that were precariously positioned above the area where the trail had been. Christopher was demonstrating his ability to keep us entertained with interesting and comical crashes. We even began to name them. First was the "Mystery Wreck" one where Jeff nor I saw it happen, we rode up to Christopher standing over and staring with a certain level of anger at his then, horizontal bike. There was also the "Slo-mo Endo" an endo that looked violent but slow; the "FAA Disaster" wreck where his bike shook with the fierceness of a 747 with its wings falling off, as he crossed a very rocky creek and ended up in it. The most interesting incident, I dubbed the "Peter Pan". I had stopped at the end of another ridge trail to see if my partners were going to ride the steep but short drop at the end. What I immediately saw, as I turned, was a site I won't soon forget. With no bike in sight, I saw Christopher flying through the air off the ridge trail, legs splayed, arms out, with his feet at least 7-8 feet from the ground! Seems he had slipped on a wet root on the top of the ridge trail and had to abandon ship! It looked like he was trying to fly! He landed safely - I laughed for a long time at the visual of him flying through the air.
It REALLY began to rain soon after we did a little trail maintenance by fixing the log "steps" that helped with riding up and over a large tree that was laying over the trail. Did I mention that it REALLY started raining? It did. If it wasn't muddy enough already, it was getting worse. The mud actually made the ride that much more fun! As we continued down, I mentioned that if Props Run was this good, it would be a great trail! I tried to ride through a small tree that covered the trail. I thought it looked small enough to crumble when I hit it. I was wrong, the tree won. It grabbed my bike and yanked it out from under me. Somehow I landed on my feet and continued running!
Rain, rain, rain. it just kept coming! After riding through a picuresque canyon area. we saw the first signs of civilization when we passed a guy walking up the trail with a fishing pole and then a very nice bridge over a beautiful creek falling down the mountain. We stopped on the bridge in the rain to take a few "look how muddy we are" photos. A short distance later we found ourselves at a noticeably lower elevation as we skirted a pretty field to our left. Finally an end of some sort was in site, a sign in the distance marked the end of our mystery ride. We took bets as we rode up to it as to what trail we had been on. It was Props Run after all! It still is a mystery to me as to why the trailhead of the signature run in Slatyfork is in shambles and disarray.
We still had one interesting obstacle to overcome before riding the short distance back down 219 to Elk River Touring Center - crossing the Elk River. We hoisted our bikes and crossed the thigh-deep waters to the other side. This was a first for all of us and I have to say, it was quite a cool ending to our interesting ride! We rode past a lumber-yard and turned right onto 219. Back at ERTC a warm shower, a "sort-of hot" tub that I sat in for all of 5 chilling seconds, and several cold beers awaited!
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