The chilly breeze grew stronger into gusts as I gradually made my way to the top of Copper Mountain on a midsummer day. It was afternoon when I finally reached the top of the humongous mountain. I hopped off the lift that had brought me all this way and I snatched my bike off the next chair coming by, scared I would miss it.
My twin sister Abby, my older brother Dylan, my dad, and my Uncle Tim all came along on this adventure on the monstrous mountain. We hopped on our bikes and headed down the rugged, steep mountain like four years olds starting to learn how to ride a bike.
Uncle Tim lives near Copper Mountain, Colorado; he had been on this terrain before and knew not to have us beginners start on a difficult trail. He had us take green trails, since they are the easiest trails of them all. The green trail was a service road used by the park vehicles, it was gravel and went from the bottom to the top of the rocky mountain. After we had gotten used to hilly sharp terrain Dylan suggested a couple of harder trails to bike on. Tim chose a blue trail that was more moderate; the trails had a narrow gravel pathway with twists and turns and ups and downs. Twenty minutes later we had made it down the colossal dome, out of breath and needing a break. Dylan and Uncle Tim wanted to go back up, but instead of biking down, we would bike up the mountain, Abby and I were not thrilled for this second adventure at all. Tim, Dylan and my dad were and happily made their way to lift while Abby and I were slow to follow, dreading the entire situation. While I was riding up beside Abby, we noticed the sky getting darker with rain clouds and the temperature dropped to a sweatshirt weather. …show more content…
We eyed each other and I said, “Well this is going to be an interesting bike ride!”, and she responded “Let’s just get this over with.”
I hurried off the lift with bike and Abby following me. We walked our bikes to the trail and we started to pedal up the monstrous, rocky dirt path. It was useless. We peddled a thousand miles an hour and only gotten five inches.
Abby and I were about done with this madness after a couple of hikers past us then Tim said, “This is going to take close to an hour and a half to get to the top by biking, and hiking would only take twenty minutes.”
Abby and I rode back down to the lift with my dad following us, but Tim and Dylan still had their minds set to getting to the top of the mountain.
Since we didn’t want to wait for the other two, us three started back down the way we went before. My dad wanted to take a different blue trail this time; the trail was more advanced than the other. This one had bulky rocks, jagged holes, and the turns were very sharp. By the time we found the green trail the sky had extensive rain clouds and was turning into a dark blue. We went right, and then I noticed that we were inclining, than I went ahead of the group. I glanced around the corner to survey the road leading up to the lift. Abby turned around and she started biking to the other corner. We followed her and when she peeked around the turn, she said, “This road also leads back up to the lift too!” We were lost for sure now. A few minutes had past as we tried to study the map, then two bikers came down the trail to where we stopped. We asked them what trail we’re on and where we would find the service road. One answered “We are on the back mountain road, which it not legitimately a trail it’s mainly for service vehicles only.” The other answered, “To get on the service road, go down this blue trail.” After the two bikers left us to wander in the nameless woods a few drops of rain fell. We started to get packed up to leave before the rain turned into a heavy rain storm like cats and dogs falling from the dark angry sky. We quickly found cover under a tree.
My twin sister Abby, my older brother Dylan, my dad, and my Uncle Tim all came along on this adventure on the monstrous mountain. We hopped on our bikes and headed down the rugged, steep mountain like four years olds starting to learn how to ride a bike.
Uncle Tim lives near Copper Mountain, Colorado; he had been on this terrain before and knew not to have us beginners start on a difficult trail. He had us take green trails, since they are the easiest trails of them all. The green trail was a service road used by the park vehicles, it was gravel and went from the bottom to the top of the rocky mountain. After we had gotten used to hilly sharp terrain Dylan suggested a couple of harder trails to bike on. Tim chose a blue trail that was more moderate; the trails had a narrow gravel pathway with twists and turns and ups and downs. Twenty minutes later we had made it down the colossal dome, out of breath and needing a break. Dylan and Uncle Tim wanted to go back up, but instead of biking down, we would bike up the mountain, Abby and I were not thrilled for this second adventure at all. Tim, Dylan and my dad were and happily made their way to lift while Abby and I were slow to follow, dreading the entire situation. While I was riding up beside Abby, we noticed the sky getting darker with rain clouds and the temperature dropped to a sweatshirt weather. …show more content…
We eyed each other and I said, “Well this is going to be an interesting bike ride!”, and she responded “Let’s just get this over with.”
I hurried off the lift with bike and Abby following me. We walked our bikes to the trail and we started to pedal up the monstrous, rocky dirt path. It was useless. We peddled a thousand miles an hour and only gotten five inches.
Abby and I were about done with this madness after a couple of hikers past us then Tim said, “This is going to take close to an hour and a half to get to the top by biking, and hiking would only take twenty minutes.”
Abby and I rode back down to the lift with my dad following us, but Tim and Dylan still had their minds set to getting to the top of the mountain.
Since we didn’t want to wait for the other two, us three started back down the way we went before. My dad wanted to take a different blue trail this time; the trail was more advanced than the other. This one had bulky rocks, jagged holes, and the turns were very sharp. By the time we found the green trail the sky had extensive rain clouds and was turning into a dark blue. We went right, and then I noticed that we were inclining, than I went ahead of the group. I glanced around the corner to survey the road leading up to the lift. Abby turned around and she started biking to the other corner. We followed her and when she peeked around the turn, she said, “This road also leads back up to the lift too!” We were lost for sure now. A few minutes had past as we tried to study the map, then two bikers came down the trail to where we stopped. We asked them what trail we’re on and where we would find the service road. One answered “We are on the back mountain road, which it not legitimately a trail it’s mainly for service vehicles only.” The other answered, “To get on the service road, go down this blue trail.” After the two bikers left us to wander in the nameless woods a few drops of rain fell. We started to get packed up to leave before the rain turned into a heavy rain storm like cats and dogs falling from the dark angry sky. We quickly found cover under a tree.