"This is the Big Dawg, the Granddaddy, the Numero Uno and A-Number One, of all Texas mountain bike rides. As far as I know—and I think history will bear me out on this—this is the original. An escape from the crushing throng of the city, a place to be quiet and swift in the trees, to sneak around, and forget about the world. If you’ve never been here, then you can’t die yet; you’ve still got something to see, and this is it.
This is a hard ride in places, easy in some, impossible in others. It is several pieces of single-track on each side of Barton Creek, some easier than others, and you might find a place to scrape a shin or break a collarbone. In many places the trail is a series of large outcroppings of rock, harder than any shin. There’s ledges, loose gravel, and some dirt when you think you deserve it. Some of the trail is right against the bluffs, tall weeds and deadfalls the whole way. Some of it is fast and swoopy, and all of a sudden it will go off-camber on you."