As far as the riding went, I had a less-than-perfect outing. For some reason that I can't determine, I have lost all confidence in my MTBing. I've never been very good but I've also never been so chicken, and I don't understand why my head is where it is. I get very nervous on loose/rocky bits, which means I ride more slowly, which means the bike is less stable, which means I have to put my foot down or even fall into the bushes.
Upright! Yay!
I did actually fall over once, just before the start of the Sweet Sixteen climb. An older lady was coming towards me on the singletrack. She looked terrified, so I pulled over to let her by. She didn't say whether she was riding alone or not, so I waited for thirty seconds and then continued on. Of course, her husband was just cresting the top of a short, steep hill that sometimes gives me trouble. He eventually pulled over but I was going too slowly, not sure if he would get out of the way (even though as the uphill rider, I definitely had the right of way), so just as I got to the top, I tipped over, landing on my left side, feet still clipped in. If I'd been going faster, I would have made it. Hopefully that's a lesson learned.
H was, per usual, riding really well. In the interest of his getting lots of miles, when we finished our loop, he went out and did it again (much faster), while I sat and read and patted various dogs as they came by. When he came back, we had snacks and surreptitious beers, then headed home. I wish I could get my head on straight when it comes to MTBing but it was still a gorgeous day to be outside, even if I couldn't keep it rightside up the whole time.
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