Crazy Pete’s

You would think that by the age of 30 I would be able to resist the siren song of a road called “Crazy Pete’s“, which features a hand-painted wooden sign and dwindles to a poorly-marked cow path within a quarter mile, especially when I was on my road bike. You would think that, but you would be wrong. Especially when said road features a beautiful waterfall in the woods.

On the bright side, I discovered that my new 28mm front tire floats remarkably well through 10-20 foot sections of deep mud and water. Just don’t expect to get much pedaling traction…