You trudge right up the hill; it is not as bad as you remember. The path goes gradually uphill for about a mile but it passes quickly; afterwards the terrain flattens out and descends to meet a noisy stream. Two bicyclers have been here; though they are not supposed to ride on dirt paths, the stream betrays their tire marks crossing and going a little past the bridge until another slight hill hides both marks and trail. You now stand on the verge of crossing the bridge and going further than you’ve ever gone.
You cross the bridge, following the pair of bike tire tracks. The hill descends and splits: one path goes left, the other goes right. Left goes uphill again, while right goes down and seems to wind until it too goes uphill. Then you notice something odd: the pair of bike tracks split and go both left and right. What is more, the bike tracks that went left came back and strange marks, like a pair of deep small holes, follow the tire tracks. It makes you wonder about the left path, but you also want to explore the right path…..
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are woven, Now we find a path newly chosen. **
*Follow the Cyclers’ Tracks