Rockwood Park trails, Saint John, NBSweetness and It's Gotta Go

 After Frying Pan Lake, I still had enough daylight for Sweetness.  Presuming this was a loop, it would only be 1.2 km.  It ended up being in and out for 2.42 km but there was still enough time.  It may have made a loop with another trail connection but, that close to dusk, I didn't want to risk getting diverted into multiple trails that may or may not lead to the main track.   

You can see why mountain bikers would love these trails.  All those rocks, roots, twists and turns are what all that suspension is made for. 

The next morning I hit the first of the detours I'd passed the day before.

It's Gotta Go

Up or down, this is mountain bike heaven. 

A lot of the trail was manageable, even for me, but I dismounted often.  You can't always see what is coming around the bend.  Even for mountain bike maniacs, this is a good spot for just about anyone to dismount.  The price of slipping to the right is too high.

Beautiful trail. Why didn't I take more pictures? 

Frying Pan Lake: Rockwood Park trails

Right in the city center, Rockwood Park has 55 km of trails, perfect for those days you just don't feel up to cycling an hour or 2 outside of town before beginning your hike.   

With only 1 km (in and out) Frying Pan Lake is ideal for late in the afternoon.  With a minimal sense of direction, nobody is likely to get lost in the park for long but I prefer to avoid stumbling around rocks and roots in the dark and make it a point to be out before sundown. 

Like most trails in the park, Frying Pan Lake is geared for cyclists as well as hikers.  Curves and twists are banked to help keep cyclists on their saddles.  I love my bike but it really isn't designed for that kind of jumping horseplay and neither am I.  It will be there when I return.

Peeks at the lake are sporadic.

That is the 0.5 km point where the trail ends.  You can retrace your steps or just continue along the right where it connects to the Corduroy trail for a 1 km loop.

Corduroy trail

Here we are back on the main drag.  I remember blowing bubbles here one day to see far they could make it across the lake before bursting.  Joe brought up that memory one night.  This was the exact spot.