Somewhere in the cold of a long winter, you reflect on the (mis?)adventures of last riding season. For me, I have this uncanny knack fish tailing (plowing?) through deep sand. It usually starts with a little butt wiggle, then a big butt wiggle, then a nice low-side get off. One that watches it may in fact think I am snorkeling like a dirt submarine. In my mind, every gravel road with an inch of sand looks like this: While it's perhaps no big surprise that I suck at sand. Maryland is home to a clay base and our other haunt (West Virginia) is rock on rock thanks to a glacier sometime last ice age. With that, we find the closest place with copious amount of sand and some race-ready instructors, and off to Pine Barrens Adventure Camp. http://www.pinebarrensadventures.com/ Without much ado, this weekend we embark to learn some mad sand skills.