Father and son on the log
Said in my post yesterday that the Duthie boardwalk is such a grand entrance, it’s like riding up to a mountain bike cathedral. Once inside the park, I immersed myself in the scene. It’s one I hadn’t been a part of for decades. The wheels are bigger, bikes better, suspensions taller, but what I noticed the most was more families, women, and girls. The vibe was like Cross races are now, but without all the NC-17 party racing.
Father and daughter out riding