Before long, we had transitioned to the Winberry trail, which took us down the mountain and ultimately to a stump lined reservoir, where we grabbed a refreshing swim before boarding the bus back to camp.
Once, There Were Trees
Luckily, we still had a little gas left in the tank, and there were continuous shuttles running for Larison Rock, which offers 3.5 miles of uninterrupted descending. At the end of the descent, you exit the forest near camp, finishing with a light spin up a gravel road, followed by a narrow bridge crossing that spans the ever-rushing Willamette.
Lots of riding equals big appetites, and you don’t really realize what 300 people looks like, until you see dinner line for a make your own burrito buffet, dropped in front of a horde of post-ride mountain bikers. Wow. Luckily, there were so many good stories about the day’s rides, that the line went relatively quickly. The after dinner beer fest was a huge hit, and by the end of the evening, the empty keg pyramid had received a solid foundation.
One of the special things about this event is there is a beer corral with a party every night. And on the second night, there is a whole gamut of events highlighted by a pixie bike race. This is a true test of skill, endurance and mental fortitude as adults go very fast on very small bikes. A sample of the intense racing can be found HERE!
Sunset over the Willamette