Galbraith trail day
The weather held out for our first Galbraith ride of the season. Billy and I spent the night before tucked into the woods about an hour east of Bellingham and met up with the crew in the early morning. Trails were tacky. Weather was symphony of quick cadence: sunlight and shadows, with the passing clouds.
It felt good to ride all day. To ride with no objective other than to plunge into the next trailhead and let the rhythm take over. Even in groups, a ride is a solo mission of skill and pleasure. It’s fun to watch everyone test their own limits. A posse provides support, challenge and the rewarding high-five.
These trails were threatened by private logging, but rumor is Belllingham stepped in and negotiated on mountain bikers’ behalf: The trails will be closed only in sections to preserve the riding this summer. We’re thankful for that.