It's been a couple years since I've been out there. Fun place. Miles and miles of flowing dips and turns.
Then yesterday I headed up to Laurel Mountain. It started pouring as soon as I rode away from the car.
I was wearing a wool jersey that I hadn't washed in a while, and I think the moisture must have gotten into the wool membranes and released all the locked up up stink. As soon as it got wet, I was suffocated. The thing smelled like a wet dog that rolled in a tub of dirty lax pennies then grew some mold.
So I just climbed up to the top of the ridge and aborted the ride at Grove Run Trail: