We are fortunate to have lots of woods and uninhabited land in Maine. Most of it is owned by lumber companies and timber kings and those of us who don't pay taxes on it can still enjoy it. In Dixfield there are miles and miles of trails throughout the woods and into the hills for everyone to use. Snowmobillers, snowshoers and cross country skiiers use the trails in the winter and in the spring, summer and fall the trails are used by walkers and runners and some ATV riders.Archie has been mountain biking a good bit recently and I noticed when he came home a few days ago from a ride that he had a shovel and a saw sticking up out of his back pack. Apparently he's been improving the fear factor on some of the trails and making jumps in
the woods. So, of course I had to go see.He chose a trail that was too overgrown to be used by ATV riders so hopefully no one will come upon this unexpectedly but local readers beware the terrain on a stretch of one trail has definitely been altered.
He built a bridge over one of the streams out of dead trees and dirt and he built jumps and landing ramps. Now, I'm not in favor of altering natural landscapes at all, but at this moment in time I'm pretty happy to have him building trails and jumps and relying on his creativity, wits and engineering skills.
8 comments:
Looks like fun when you are eighteen. Pappy
Looks like a great project!
ohhhh...my son would join him in a heartbeat doing all of this...
and as mothers of sons, we do have to take the creativity in any way that it comes !!!!
I used to mountain bike with my husband when we were dating--he would love this post!
Has Archie found a niche in terms of outdoor work? I keep thinking the forestry service or such could use his energy and his ease with "wilderness" activities.
That last picture is AWESOME... Great camera work. The A-man is making his brother proud :)
Nice action photo, Evel Knievel of the trails.
As long as he's on the trails, he less likely to do what I saw yesterday... a 21 yo in clinic who took his mountain bike down STAIRS. He lost his hand grips, and his feet were strapped to the pedals. Ouch. Fractured wrist was the least of it. Road rash everywhere and he was massively sore. I told him if he hadn't been 21, it probably would have killed him. "Hmmm, that was rather brave, " I offered, to which his mom said, "I had other words for it." :c)
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