On a dreary Thursday, Mark, Gus, and I got to Brighton Recreation Area with hopes that the rain that soaked the Great Lakes area would subside for an hour or so to allow us to hit the trails. 
Around 4:00, it looked liked it might happen as the rain stopped and the conditions were improving. Maybe Zod "the party god" was looking down on us? As 6:00 approached, however, it was not to be as the rain started up again. What to do? Grab the rain gear and let's ride!
Around 4:00, it looked liked it might happen as the rain stopped and the conditions were improving. Maybe Zod "the party god" was looking down on us? As 6:00 approached, however, it was not to be as the rain started up again. What to do? Grab the rain gear and let's ride! We took off on the Murray Lake Trail with no intentions of hitting Torn Shirt or the "Lost Trail" that runs off of Murray. The rain was coming down pretty good and whatever we could get in would be a bonus. Mark had a nice little spill and almost cleared the handlebars but was able to compose himself just enough and avoid the major fall. The first half of the trail was good but the bikes started to "mud up" pretty well on the latter portion. Eric had yet another flat tire (those heavy duty tires were a nice purchase) but luckily it was in the last quarter mile or so of the trail. The bikes weren't the only thing getting muddy. In the attached picture, my socks at the beginning of the ride were white.
The one bonus of riding in the rain is nobody else is out there. As you can see in the attached picture, parking was not a problem. Besides one motorcycle sighting (why he was riding his motorcycle down a dirt road in the rain, I'll never know) and a guy taking his dog out for a walk, there wasn't a soul to be seen.
The rain subsided after we got off the trail. It actually turned out to be a nice evening. Jim "Mr. Roho" Munson made an appearance. After humorous stories of sandwich bad usage and sweating out the bad stuff in our bodies (had to be there), it was time to go help Jim move his old couch because he had recently bought new furniture. Did I mention the couch was a hide-a-bed and did I mention it had to be moved down the basement? After getting the couch to the entry way of the basement that is kind of an "L" turn from the stairs and tilting it every which way, it was determined that this couch was not going to make it in the basement. Back up the stairs we go! Jim now has a couch in his garage. If anybody needs a nice couch, Jim has one for sale. Don't call me to move it, however. Christine Munson was gracious enough to buy us movers a pizza and we watched the Red Wings lose game one to San Jose (where were the fans?).
We'll be at Pontiac Lake next week. Come and ride or come and fish. Go Pistons, Wings, and Tigers. Matt Millen, I hope your dart board draft picks work out well this year.
Sincerely,
Trail Head
