Its just noon now, and I’ve returned from a lovely few hours riding through fire roads and snowmobile trails in the forest above Old Forge. There was no one else about and it was so quiet and peaceful. All I could hear was the thrush, thrush, thrush of my mountain bike tires as they rolled over sand and among stones.
It was almost a bit creepy how quiet it was. I was wary of bears as they are apparently “all over the place”, and even a bit worried about meeting some “good ‘ol boys” who might take a shine to my camera. Really, the people here are very nice, but have a slightly southern feel to them. They certainly have an accent that is distinguishable, and there were piles (!) of beer cans here and there in the forest and along the road – which was saddening but I didn’t begrudge them that as I certainly knew of bush parties when I was younger.
Here are some photos I shot on this morning’s ride:
My home away from home for the next 7 days:
