This past weekend the weather here was AMAZING and lovely. There was absolutely no way that we were going to stay cooped up in the house so we opted to do something that we haven’t done together in a while. Okay, something that I haven’t done with the guys in a while. We pulled out our mountain bikes, dusted mine off and headed up into town to Blue Clay Bike Park. A tranquil spot where loads of people love to ride bikes along a few winding trails and hop around on the pump track.
There are approx. 8 miles worth of trails at Blue Clay Bike Park. Beginner and intermediate trails for each persons different skill levels. A neat little bit of trivia is that my my darling surfer and a few of his buddies at Sir Bikes-a-Lot started the park and spent many weekends hacking the trails throughout the woods. The boys, all three of them, go gaa-gaa over the pump track that is out there. What is a pump track? A pump track is a continuous loop that can be ridden without pedaling once you have built up enough momentum. The track consists of a series of rolling dirt mounds called, get this…rollers. As well some fun banked corners called berms, which allow you to build up that necessary momentum. Guess what guys? If you pedal hard enough you could possibly end up going as fast as 20 MPH! Yeah, I’m not quite mentally to that point yet with my goal to move more.
My darling “extremest” on the other hand is there and beyond. As you can see from the photos he’s a mad man on the pump track. If he had his way there would be a pump track in the yard rather than my veggie garden. I love ya more than Vans honey but that ain’t happening. He got a little banged up during one of his rides. Seeing his body bruised, battered and slightly bloody is nothing new for me. Surferboy even borrowed M2′s wee little bike to see how it would perform around the track. I do believe that he was trying to relive his old BMX days.
So what do you do when your dad has taken off with your wheels? Why you spread your wings and soar of course. Up, down and all around. Oh to be that free again. Then again why not? I could just hug on M2 all day…if he would let me…which he won’t. “Unh! Mom! Quit squeezing on, me I can’t breathe”
M1 has been on nearly the same size bike as his dad for over a year now. He can almost hang with the big boys through the entire course of trails. Where did my baby go y’all? This summer he starts high school and will be driving shortly after that. Umm…let’s not go there yet. I’ll just imagine him being on an adult bike for 20 more years instead.
There are two things about my love that you may not know already.
1.) He is always on the phone, but don’t tell him I said anything.
2.) He can’t stay on the ground. He has a nickname in our biking community. It’s Sir Launch-a-Lot. I’m not kidding, for some that’s the only name that they know him by.
Now I only made it around 2 miles of the trails but I’m working my way up to making it through the full 8. While the guys finished playing in the woods I walked around taking a few photos of the scenery and kicked back in the truck. Fully enjoying the quite solitude of the woods, peppered with low, strained, ecstatic voices making their way through the brush.
There’s nothing like a weekend spent playing outdoors with my 3 loves, and our buddy Dale. They were all obliging for once, holding still long enough for me to snap a photo of them. Then of course they had to do their stern tough guy poses for y’all. We’ll at least three of them. M1 can’t help himself. He’s a little Jim Carey in the making.
What adventures did you guys have this weekend? I hope that you guys had as much fun as we did.
Hugs & Kisses,
Shari
Hi there guys I'm Shari, but y'all can call me Red.
Southern nut. Perpetual optimist. Food adventurer. Creative dabbler. Lovin' an impromptu surf life with my darlin' & two groms. We're so glad you stopped by! 
