
Going back was not an option, especially with all those pissed-off spiders
My research assistant and I spent this past summer diligently seeking experiences outside the typical Mazatlán box. The following is a synopsis of a September field trip that left us sunburned and a little bloody, but still smiling.
Several months ago we came up with the brilliant idea of riding our bikes to the jungle and trying out the mountain bike course set up by local bike shop. Our first trip was in June and it was wonderful; nice trail, well-marked, well-maintained with pleasant gradients. In fact, this ride was such a blast, we came back for more. By the middle of August the trail was shaded by the rapidly growing jungle canopy. We enjoyed a verdant world of dappled sunlight and flitting butterflies while traversing a smooth, hard, single track. I commended my assistant on her keen research abilities, for this was truly a world-class experience. Now that we were familiar with the trail, we thought the ride could only get better.