This morning started on an island called krk (krk not Kirk) in the middle of the Adriatic sea, accessable by bridge and boat with a toll, it's not quite inaccessible and even with an airport it can not feel quite so hidden in modern Europe. Hedges near the southernmost and highest points of the island contain intricate flowers and herbs with medieval style rock Fences barring your way very specifically. In these part you may find hiking routes with specially made mtb tracks. An early start always seems to be the key opening to my blogs so I must relieve myself of my repetitive habits and continue with a straightforward description of my morning wake. With vast heats instructed upon us I cannot thank my early waking enough. Because a mid 3 o clock on my bike would surely make me evaporate at peak thermal expersion hour. It was still hot by the time we were riding, and that all fell upon me eating my breakfast, escaping a shower and driving. By the time we got there at a measly 8 o clock, it was already somewhere in the mid 20’s. Getting the bikes out was abnormallous as usual.
My dad had severe trouble trusting me in where to go, probably from yesterday's miscommunications misdemeanor. I checked on trailforks and there it was! The fireroad up the hill. A lot of ascending was done today but only one run was had. No less fun was had though. With bikes out we cycled up a hiking path? Way marked for non wheelers. Exponential trail plants covered the sides filling the air current with aroma containing a placent effect. Trails were rocky yet somehow not dusty. The dirt was a very brown colour and the manmade displaced dirt was dusty and brown. Wheelbarrows of it had been placed all about the track. Stuff like drops, rollers, doubles, gigantic sketchy jumps and even just scatters of it to make it that teeny bit less gnarly. Most things were wowed about and the sights seen of the jumps created a feeling of impossibility. Nevertheless I tryed hard to hit the lip of everything there. Casing it may have happened. And description of the trail will come in the next paragraph.
It was a total 2km push up an unrideable (upwards) trail. Most of it was too momentumous to continue up with feet on the pedals. My realisation of getting to the top was when I spotted the famous kicker double. That was the first feature and I could tell the lip had been moved forwards but without that it became ginormous. I wished I could move it but hassle left me due to ride in time for the “cool” air. I was sweating my head of and completely dying inside my liquidy body. I took a few goes at that then I went on regrettably to the next amazing set of step downs. With a two small 5 foot long ones leading up to a 15 foot incredibly long one. I cased by a few foot and unfortunately my dad wasn't filming that section when I told him to stop at a nice filmable part of trail. The bit he filmed was a tad bit boring and not really fun with the section having 7 rollers that were unlinkable. The bit after that was less jumpy after the gap out of a berm then another 15 footer. Probably due to its inaccessibility from vehicles. That section lasted about ¾ of a km then we where back onto jump land. I was amazed by the largish step down where the builders had put so much effort into creating just a single masterpiece jump. More drops and jumps of a smaller scale taking their place between that and another big step down gap. Stopped to film that was hard when my dad ordered me to retry for a second angle. The next bit amazed me with probably three wheelbarrow fulls of concrete made into a jump with a hard landing. This was the most challenging because of its rocky run up and following was more rocks on the landing. Then we joined back to the push up path. But not for some more runs :(.
That was it for the riding at a stop at 11 o clock the temperature finally reached 30° headaches were had during our recovery time at the apartment. A wierd choice of pizza for lunch and sandwiches for dinner kind of made a swap around. Nothing was done in the afternoon apart from a eating snack. That's why in the afternoon we obviously had to do a beach visit a long drive away through steep windy roads to an overcrowded beach. I'll also attach one of the jumps out of the berms with my dad's bike in it. We had sandwiches for tea with a long drive back for some more resting from the overtried past two days. Maybe a Sunday will be better perceived as a rest day for my parents.
Published on Saturday 28 July 2018
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