Sandbox....

I just ran across the pics from that ride I went on. Happy disappointment. So as you can see in image one that the drive there was full of hills and scenery, so I knew the ride was going to be at least that good or better.

Well it turns out I was right. No hills. No view of the godforsaken lake and plenty of sand. I found a neat little rock bit and got excited and started peddling and missed it. Bc it was so small. I hit one of the rocks and jumped it and got like 3 feet of air.

But never underestimate the van. As I prepared for this ride I jammed out in the parking lot all alone, a select feature that would plague me this fall as I took a job in Texas unknowingly. Retarded. I am. I found that my mtb is breaking too. So thats Special, with a crack under the seatpost and blowing out rear shock. Tickle me purple.

As you may notice the trail on the map looks decent. I was unsure of my fitness to finish some of it before it got dark. To my amazement I did all the looops in about 45 min. In the horse chundered sand and goat head soup. The good hardpacked stuff was so in need that I flew over em to rejoin the sandy bits in dismay. Touche, I one-upped myself.

And goatheads beware, you have a tire perforating brethren. Sons o bitches. Or properly pronounced "bit'thes" when that wall of grafitti comes to mind. Go to School. Put the meth down.

One of the super cool I saw was a pitviper rattlesnake. I tried to get him to bite my tire but it was too cold for him the be pissed off. The other was the dual prop helicopter dropping the paratroopers out near me. I gawked in cottonmouth sun sweaty sandy britches. Twice.

But the ranger lady was good and I left with a palatte of unsurpassed confusion. My 5 bucks really went the distance. I mean everywhere else in the world this stuff is free. Arkansas or bust.