So my wife had to work on Saturday and I wanted an adventure. I have always enjoyed mountain biking but of course Florida deficient when it comes to mountains. Non the less, I was able to find a 15 mile, single-track trail not too far from home. There are a lot of ways this adventures could have gone, but to be sure, this was the closest to death I have ever been.
The Bull Creek Wildlife Management Area is remote. It is at the end of a six mile, dirt road twenty or thirty miles from any city. The WMA is unmanned with a just a sign-in clipboard with one name on it.
Not knowing what to expect I grab a map, throw my camelpack on and start off. I find what seems like the trail head submerged is reddish black water. The trail was slightly overgrown, but engaging. Most of the trail was bright Florida sun with many wet parts.
The ride got interesting when the trail dove below sea level. The heavy rain over the last couple of days saturated everything near a creek. Parts of the trail was like riding through a swamp. There were even parts of the submerged trail that had small wooden bridges. I thought they were pointless until I tried to bypass one and my whole tire went underwater.
To Be Continued…