Today we did a little biking at a really cool place close to Seattle called Tiger Mountain. No better way to burn off the hang-over and start up a new day than by climbing up a gravel road that ascends 1250 feet over three miles. After a short pause at the top to regroup, we tumbled down the muddy, slippery, root covered and rock littered Preston Railroad trail. My time to the finish line was handicapped by a flat front tire but I was able to fix it in time to avoid being the last to the bottom. The Northwest Timber trail that led us back and around to the parking lot had zero net elevation change but I found it just as fun as the big descent. My old Rocky Mountain hardtail was happier with that trail's better traction and smoother nature. Matt and I drove home that afternoon tired, muddy and happy.