The set in the photo below I started after another spot was destroyed. Many others put in time. We broke so many shovels trying to break through the rocks. Three different water pumps-stolen, broken, or moved for something better. I lost my "trail boss" status there long ago.
A few friendships drifted apart, a few friendships grew closer. A few careers changed. The jumps got bigger. Some got washed away. Many "discussions" were had about flow. No one got hurt.
They need some love now. The edges are cracked, they have gopher holes in them. The wear shows they have lasted many seasons. That's a good thing if your a trails rider.
I miss them.
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