Hold the Line

It isn’t alive. But at the same time, it has life. Leading forward into the future, out of sight, into moments that haven’t happened yet. Weaving backward into the past, to the known, the experienced, the adventure of seconds ago. Diving into forest. Contouring across sage-carpeted mountainsides. Up and over a high pass. All the while, grasses and groundcover battle along the edge of packed earth to reclaim land. But then, out of nowhere, in a blur, wheels whir past, taking back this narrow, lengthy, and often otherworldly real estate, as their own.

Singletrack, mountain biking’s hallowed ground. Its shrine. Without it, a sport would not exist. Off-road, self-propelled euphoria would be impossible. Whizzing through wildlands with only gravity and inertia as a motor, merely a dream. Thankfully, singletrack drapes the planet in an infinite weave of challenge, speed, and flow. Here, a sport’s most cherished moments and definitive adventures come at the hand of a very simple entity: the trail—a thin ribbon