My first time mountain biking
My first time mountain biking was truly an amazing experience. When I entered the chairlift my whole body was tingling with nervousness, but was quickly washed away as I was mesmerized by the breathtaking views of the mountain. The mighty oak trees fills the mountain with the scent of pine. When I reached the peak of the mountain I was shocked by the amount of bikers of all sizes on the mountain. I made my way to the trail, and when I reached it, I zoomed down the rocky terrain. The trail was secluded in a shady forest, which was perfect for shielding the hot glaring sun. It was a mix of rocky down and uphill terrain, 45 degree curves and much more. The further I went down the more confident I was, sooner then later I was zooming down the mountain. Suddenly a big turn appeared and I didn’t have enough time to brake, therefore I fell off my bike and skidded onto the side. Luckily I didn’t go over the turn or I would’ve been stuck in a ditch full of giant trees. After that experience I started to take more caution of my surrounding and kept a safe riding speed. Near the end of the trail, I merged with a bunch of other trail. Riders of all sorts of ages came down down the mountain, forming a immense number of dirt clouds in the area. The terrain became rockier and was harder to control my bike therefore I slowed down my speed and eventually reached the bottom of the mountain. The burning sun was shining down on me once again and I saw the chairlift which was constantly taking eager bikers up the mountain. Finally I reached the plaza which was filled with tourists. Eagerly I hurried back to the chairlift and went back onto the mountain. By the end of the day my clothing was filled with dirt from top to bottom, but it was all worth the incredible experience I had.