Big day ahead, with a band-practice / bookgroup party in the afternoon, so Jet and me headed out early, leaving home about 8am. Parked at the usual spot on Eastern Tce bottom of Bowenvale and headed up Major Aitken Drive, Jet pouncing along happily, or trotting at a heel on the narrower bits. Up Kenmanure onto Huntsbury and on up the steep, keeping a pretty good pace the whole way. Onto the gravel and then up onto the singletrack to the landingstrip and on up gravel to the top, Jet meeting a few other friendly dogs on the way.
Straight into the start of the Traverse and across, then I dropped straight into the cool (newish) descent track, popping the jumps nicely, even tho the wind was strong. Down the landing strip again and around into the new stuff, descending down cool steep rocky faces and across back to the gate. From here, the new lines (several of which follow the old lines) of fun, drop, pop and roll through, across, rinse and repeat. Steep rock sections and then off camber corners and I was into Bowenvale Old Skool, bombing it in the usual cruisy wafty moments of intensity moments of calm cruise, stopping to wait for Mr Jet at various hairpin corners.
Finally out the bottom and he befriended a dog called Marvel and they played and played and I chatted with his owner while they proceeded to get themselves into the fenced part of the creek up there. Luckily a locked gate opened enough to let them out, and Jet was very reluctant to stop playing, so I dragged him away on the lead. Down Bowenvale Ave he trotted along very slowly, so it took AGES to get back to the car. a 10.5 km round trip, with 420 m climbed...
Straight into the start of the Traverse and across, then I dropped straight into the cool (newish) descent track, popping the jumps nicely, even tho the wind was strong. Down the landing strip again and around into the new stuff, descending down cool steep rocky faces and across back to the gate. From here, the new lines (several of which follow the old lines) of fun, drop, pop and roll through, across, rinse and repeat. Steep rock sections and then off camber corners and I was into Bowenvale Old Skool, bombing it in the usual cruisy wafty moments of intensity moments of calm cruise, stopping to wait for Mr Jet at various hairpin corners.
Finally out the bottom and he befriended a dog called Marvel and they played and played and I chatted with his owner while they proceeded to get themselves into the fenced part of the creek up there. Luckily a locked gate opened enough to let them out, and Jet was very reluctant to stop playing, so I dragged him away on the lead. Down Bowenvale Ave he trotted along very slowly, so it took AGES to get back to the car. a 10.5 km round trip, with 420 m climbed...
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