We parked our big black battleship at the Buff Creek Area trailhead. Unlike Thursday and Friday mornings, there were 17,000 cars at the trailhead. We joined and made it 17,001, although ours was the biggest. That is our (not so) new 10-year old going-to-the-mountains-with-a-bunch-of-people-and-bikes truck. Of course there were only two of us today, so maybe it is just a big black bad idea. It wouldn't be my first.
Most of the pictures below are from the Little Scraggy Trail, which was just completed this year. Many thanks to those who constructed it and those who permitted its construction. We hope to help out with the completion of the next segment. Little Scraggy is quite a bit more technical (rocky and boulderous) than most of the other Buff Creek trails. There are quite a few spots with alternate routes, giving the rider the opportunity to choose a more or less technical option.
I would like to have taken more pictures, but we were trying to move quickly so we wouldn't be gone all day. The slab below is pretty cool. It's big, steep, granite that's super grippy, so it's not too difficult to ascend once you're on it, but there's a tricky step-up at the bottom.
Normally, I think Quinn could easily get onto the slab, but we were about 15 miles into our third successive day of riding, and he was getting pretty tired. He nearly went over backwards in the attempt.
Quinn snapped this rare picture of the awesome author, and the "s" in "scaqabout."
Quinn got this one, and climbed to the top.
Coming down on Nice Kitty is just amazing. Almost continual downhill, on fabulous flowing singletrack through a surreal landscape of boulders, grasses, and burnt timber. And we know there's a big cat hiding somewhere out there and watching.
Quinn says someday he's going to bite that tongue right off.
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