This morning I seized the opportunity presented by the relative dryness to go for a quick off road jaunt at what is probably the nearest trail to my front door. I assume the trail to be semi-legal do to the lack of those "crossed-out-bike-symbol" signs. The entrance is conveniently located between two compact sedans.
It's what my friends and I would call a "thieves road," the side trail a highwayman might use to overtake a passing carriage traveling the main way. Yeah, I'm a dork.
Notice the cars and apartments looming just past the trees, the trail is really just a strip of land between two busy streets.
There is a short, rocky technical section.....
Those pesky no-bike signs always seem to hang above the tastiest singletrack.
It's pretty nice to have a mini redwood forest fifteen minutes up the road and down the trail.