A good portion of my teenage years in Bellingham were spent mountain biking on Galbraith Mountain. Back then it was a bit sketchy. You had to climb over some fences, ignore some “no trespassing” signs that others had assured you were put up by curmudgeons and weren’t valid, and regularly get lost in the labyrinth of trails up there. Now it is public land and VERY well-developed with signage and such. It’s nice to see it being managed and accessible, but I kind of miss the rough days of the 1990s. This was my first time riding up there in about a decade. I’ve run there a few times in recent years, but hadn’t ridden. I borrowed a cousin’s full-suspension. Ken, a childhood friend who shared most of those teenage adventures, joined in. Fantastic day.