
I had a massage once and it was quite enjoyable. But I hate spending money on that kind of stuff so I'm always looking for a deal. And today, I got the full treatment -- mud facial, dermabrasion, salt scrub and cold immersion therapy -- all entirely free, courtesy of Mother Nature.
Here in the Northland, we've just come out of a wet, cold and disgusting October, and the past few days have been sunny and warm. Given HC is closed Monday's, I jumped on the
Pugsley and headed out to spend a few hours riding the many trails to be found in the
Minnesota River Valley.
It was a beautiful day to be out. I happily rolled along and stopped to talk with a local who reported seeing a pack of 3 wolves the week before. He seemed like an intelligent, coherent kind of guy, and when he said one stopped on the trail less than 50 feet in front of him, I took him at his word.
The trail passes under a number of bridges, including the one for I - 494, the southern loop of the Twin Cities beltway. I wonder how many of the thousands of commuters who cross it everyday, realize they are missing this:

I apparently never got the memo but I'll be back.
Now, the first of my spa treatments begin. I'm rolling along enjoying the view when my 3.75" front tire drops into a rather large mud hole. This hole was cleverly hidden by leaves and as I went through it, my right foot, being at the bottom of the pedal stroke, became immersed in black goo. The water went over my boot and soaked my right foot. Not to be outdone, the hole is long enough to soak my left foot as well. And after I emerge, the front tire, not wanting to carry said goo any further, completes the front half of my mud pack, covering me from head to waist.
I'm still smiling so I keep riding for awhile, just enjoying the glorious weather.
Did I mention that we have had a lot of wind lately? This tree was down across the trail and you can see where a few riders, more skillful than I, have ridden over the obstacle. Had I had a marker, I would have taken the opportunity to leave HC's phone number since we are probably the closest shop to the trail. Those marks are chain ring teeth meeting wood.
As I head home westbound across the Mendota Bridge, I move to the next phase of spa treatments. The wind, according to the weather geeks, is blowing a steady 20+ mph with gusts to 43. My feet, still awash in water and goo, start to freeze almost instantly. Not quite cement galoshes, but close.
And, my face, now exposed to the full force of the wind, is scoured clean by sand, grit and last year's road salt, leaving my complexion dewy and supple -- almost beef jerky like.
Some more waterproof boots is probably in order. But it was a great ride and I received hundreds of dollars worth of body treatments -- for absolutely nothing!
Now, I wonder if I can ride thru that hole backwards.
Cheers