Like many of you, I live with one foot in one place and another elsewhere. What I mean is this, I live in and love the city and yet at the same time I long for adventure in the wilderness. This is not simply about escapism. Quite the opposite. I love the city. I live in the heart of the city. Most days of the week find me with on my commuter bike or road (gravel) bike in the city, walking in the city, taking public transit in the city, or even, yes, riding my scooter in the city (not a pretty sight).
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Mountain bikers are an interesting lot. We'll drive two vehicles for fours so three people can ride shuttled laps. We don't think much about loading our bikes up and hitting the road for the day. "Close" trips are anything within an hour and "reasonable" trips are anything under three hours one way. Driving and shuttling become almost as important as the ride itself and we have awesome set-ups to prove it ... Dakine truck pads, coolers full of ice for post-ride brews, and then there's the whole #vanlife crew out there with the amazing retrofits.
So when do local trails become local? What does local even mean?