I did not conquer Battle Creek this past Saturday. I went, I tried to ride, I walked a lot, we turned around (not because of me–Trevor’s bike broke) and I went shopping (Old Navy $12 denim–One Day Only) while the others finished the ride. Trevor had to go to work so Terry, Charlie & Megan rode the whole trail without us. It took them about 1 1/2 hours. They saw the Wall of Death, the St Paul skyline & a big buck.

I assume this is the Wall of Death.  I’ve been told it is much steeper than the picture shows.

Here is the buck. It was bigger than the picture shows. It was sitting on the trail, then watched part of our group from about 10 feet off then it heard Terry & I coming and bounded off (apparently we are really loud).

The trails at Battle Creek, besides being thoroughly confusing, are the softest I’ve ever tried to ride. There was so much sand, loose gravel, HUGE hills, & ruts that I was exhausted before we even rode a majority of the trail. One of the hills was so steep (and soft I feared) that I wouldn’t even ride down it for fear of hurting myself.

Charlie & Megan are going to have to come try out one of the many trails we ride. I heard whispers of Minnesota River Bottoms!