Holy $(@*.

I decided to take the long way home. Got more than I bargained for. Somehow I managed to miss a crucial turn, and wound up riding through muck and mud, portaging over logs, walking through shallow streams, and hauling the Trek over two fences before I got to the bike path I was aiming for near the Ethan Allen Homestead.

I've done this ride quite a few times so I don't know how I fouled up. Guess it was too early in the season and nothing looked familiar.

The worst thing was, I think some other guy on an MTB was following me, thinking I knew where the frick I was going. I think he bugged out after a while, but not me. I soldiered on. (I say that like it's a good thing.)

All in all it wasn't bad, but I came home with mud all over my legs, my bike, and in need of a shower. Here's my iPhone track. If you look at the top center part, you can make out the trail I was supposed to be on.