Went for a wee ride up a hill where I used to live today. It is where I cut my teeth, so to speak. In a mountain bike way, anyways.
The trails consist mostly of steep ups and steep downs. Roots. Rocks and loam. Incidentally, having ridden on several continents and on many trails, this surface type remains my favorite.
What was interesting was how tricky some of the drops were. *R e a l l y* steep in some cases and technical to boot. Suffice to say, within 5 minutes I had crashed and was trying not to slide down a 45 degree slope and over a small cliff. That will be Big Red as we used to call it.
Expect more on this in the Outcast...