He ended up pulling away from his buddy on the flat, in fact, due to the bigger wheels and the fact that H didn't mind charging through the mud puddles (took him a while to clean his bike when he got home, btw). And it was as he was tearing it up on his own that he surprised not one, not two, but THREE moose who really didn't expect MTBers on their walking path. It all happened too quickly for a photo opportunity, unfortunately, but H said he was easily within fifteen feet [Ed. note: not fifty, as previously reported.] of the big galoots.
That is so cool. And while I'm envious of the moose sightings too, I wouldn't have seen them anyway if I'd been there since I'd have been so far behind. That's okay. Now we know where to find them!
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