At night, you could ride the same trail you’ve been on a hundred times, and it still feels like the first. The soil sounds different, the trail turns in a new direction, and the smell of the air is crisp—cleansed and without the same clutter and chaos of the day.
Some time after midnight we meet up at the trailhead with riding lights and climb onto our Elkats. It’s not comfortable—not at first. It takes a bit to get accustomed and start moving with the trail. Settled in, we push the pedals and roll over rocks and dirt and push the handlebar through berms lit up by the powerful lumens strapped to our helmets.