For the past two months,
approximately, I've been a renegade, a scofflaw, one of those
in-the-shadows ne'er-do-wells secretly destroying... Scotch broom.
My
day job has me plunked smack-dab in the middle of the hundred acre
wood, replete with gravel access roads sprinkled about. I've worked at
this site for a little over eight years now, and I've run and biked
these gravel paths so many times I could likely do it in my sleep. Who
knows, maybe I have.
A trip around the perimeter, door-to-door, is about 5.7 miles total, by the longest route. That gives you an idea of just how much land we're talking about here.
There
are several vast areas that are also left to nature, and the deer and
coyotes have had their run of the place. But no more...
I'm a poacher.


I've
put in much of this work basically widening deer trails. One trail is a
fairly straight and flat traverse that I'd been looking at for a good
four years, thinking it would connect through easily. And there are some
great spurs I have planned to increase the trail network there. Another
one tops a HUGE rock pile (also covered with cottonwoods and Scotch
broom) and meanders through the flats. In all I've cut in over a half
mile of new single-track. It's like installing a new swing-set at the
playground.
The plan is for much, much more, just adding a little bit at a time, on the sly. Poaching the land to add trails.
And riding them.
And riding them.
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