Once was already too many times. Anyway, today I conclusively determined I never have to go back for a ride at Dale Ball. It’s obviously built for hiking with the never ending steep switchbacks that often come out of nowhere because of how common is super poor visibility. Plus the rocks aren’t fun: more about slowing a rider down than something to savor.

By divine grace early in the ride I took a wrong turn which cut out a decently sized chunk. I consciously did the same a ton of panting later to bypass even more. There are clearly happy bikers or else more #fakenews maybe. We’ll never be in each other’s way I promise.

The best part of the ride visually was actually the parking lot.

53 flights. A low of 7321 feet.