Finally getting back to a bit of regular riding. Nothing remarkable, no new trails. Although old familiar trails have changed a bit here and there just by lapse of time and bursts of creativity from the trail stewards.
Had kind of an amusing thing happen at Katie Jackson yesterday. I ride solo most of the time and am a "trail grumbler," kind of talking to myself, the critters etc. At least when no one is watching or in hearing range.
So, some stick or branch caught on my left hand/bar end, got "wound up," and then smacked me on the left thigh. Not an unusual occurrence, but for whatever reason, this stick was strong and it really smacked the hell out of my leg. Really hurt. Like seriously among the most painful things that's happened to me on the bike, including breaking a collarbone and mallet-fracturing a finger. I guess a big part of it was the surprise at a routine-seeming face/body slapper really squaring up and teeing off on me.
I yelled, loudly, "FUCK, that hurt." And then had a giggling fit while inspecting my leg. Left a nice whelp and a knot.