Why would anyone in their right mind go to Florida in June? The reaction that I’ve gotten from most people in Vermont is something similar to what I would get if I told them I was going to remove my own leg with a butter knife. Generally, Vermonters carry this understated attitude that we’re tough enough to deal with anything nature has to dish out. Thirty degrees below zero? No problem. Cancel school because of a couple of inches of snow? Don’t be a baby. Mud, ice, wind, black flies, mosquitos, tourists… we seem to be able to put up with anything. Except heat. Mention temperatures over 79F and people around here seem to wilt and turn into whiners. I’ve never seen anything like it. Air conditioning in a Vermont summer is about as pointless as an electric blanket in Miami, yet I see homes with units installed in their windows all around the Northeast Kingdom. Regardless, we made the trip in June despite all the well intentioned warnings about our imminent doom from the heat and humidity.
My family and I have visited Hanna Park during previous trips to Jacksonville, Florida and we’ve really grown to like the place. In addition to being located directly on the beach, there is a pretty large campground, freshwater lake and quite a few miles of mountain bike trails packed into the same area. The beach is only a few minutes walk from the campground and we all love the warm ocean water there. At a time when the water in Vermont is still capable of creating hypothermia in minutes, it’s beautifully warm in Florida. I also like the place because the mountain biking is surprisingly good.
The thing that is most amazing to someone from Vermont is that the trails are all basically flat as a pancake. There actually are some minor elevation changes throughout the park, but the “climbs” are pretty much under 10 vertical feet; small enough that no change in elevation shows up on Strava or any other GPS tool. You’d think that this would make the biking easy, and it can, but it also means that there aren’t any downhills to coast and rest on; you can keep the gas on the whole time. This is perfect single-speed stuff.
Coming from the northeast, the vegetation is also pretty interesting. The trails wind through a dense, semi-tropical undergrowth. It makes the woods in New England look big and open in comparison. The canopy of palms and deciduous trees provide shade like the New England forest, but at the ground level it’s crazy. It has a bit of a surreal sensation with palm fronds all over the place, Spanish moss hanging from the tree limbs, and huge tree trunks sprawling up to the green cover above. It really has the appearance that you’re cutting through the jungle even though civilization starts just outside the gate.
The trails in Hanna park can be broken down into three main loops:
E line – The E Line trail(s) are found to the north of the main access road to the park. There are a few options here that vary from the main loop. This area is the technical middle ground in my mind: a little more challenging than the South Loop but not nearly as tight and demanding as the Z Loop. For some reason, the way the trail winds around left me a little directionally disoriented. It took me a few times around this loop to get a real feeling about where I was. I eventually figured it all out to the point where I could just cruise the loop and know which turns to take.
South Loop – All of the bike trails in the park have a pretty nice flow to them but the South Loop is probably the most fluid of them all. Overall, the trail is pretty smooth and very fast as it takes a full loop around the outer edges of the park. It’s not entirely without any technical challenge with some tight turns, narrow gaps, and frequent rooty sections, but there’s very little in the terrain that will slow you down. The corners take nice wide arcs and have built up small, natural berms from traffic over the years. I got into this loop as a way to open up the throttle and rip. Seriously fun to ride.
Z trail – This trail is among the tightest singletrack that I’ve ridden anywhere and, by far, my favorite. While it can easily be ridden in a relatively moderate manner, it’s best when done at speed. The frequent direction changes and narrow paths between trees impose restraint. It ends up being an exercise in power and bike handling. Accelerate. Brake. Corner. Repeat these steps over and over. A couple of laps on this trail would give my legs that tired, rubbery feeling. The Z Trail also has an alternate line cut on the northeast portion of its loop, but there was very little sign that it has been used at all. I’m not sure why that is, because it had a pretty good feel to it. If it were just cleaned up and some of the brush cut back it would just as much fun to ride as the rest of the trail.
The park designates the direction that the trails are ridden in. This is a good thing because without it there would be some serious injuries happening from head-on collisions. Most of the corners are completely blind and can be ridden at high velocity. It would be nearly impossible for two riders coming toward each other at speed to be able to react in time to avoid each other. The other benefit of this imposed direction is that the park swaps it daily. Riding in the opposite direction can give you the feeling that you’re riding a new trail. Doing this is almost like doubling the available mileage.
The one downside I found to riding in this part of the country is spiders. Every night these big, nasty, creepy-crawly spiders spin large webs that span the trails. Their webs are made up of thick strands that have the elasticity and strength of lightweight fishing line. There were a few mornings where I was the first person out on the trails for that day and I returned from my ride with my helmet coated in webs. The spiders themselves often ended up on my arms, chest or head but they will abandon ship as soon as they realize that they’re on you. Of course, this means that they’ll crawl around until they find a way off, which isn’t my favorite sensation. I would often wait until later in the morning to start my ride, hoping that someone else has gone through to clear out the webs before me. Sometimes that worked, but not always.
As I was warned, Florida was a bit warm in June. But, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. Seriously. Never been so drenched in sweat from riding my bike. By the end of any ride, literally, every thing on my body was dripping from sweat. I could squeeze my shirt or shorts and they would stream sweat on the ground. It was awesome. My bike was spattered all over the bars, stem and frame. I was slightly dehydrated for days in spite of drinking water constantly. I didn’t really recover until I returned to Vermont.
One of the cool things about riding in a new place is meeting new people. Everyone I talked with was pretty friendly and all had suggestions about where else to ride in the region. It seems that there’s definitely more to explore in the long run. We’ll see. After a couple of weeks in the area we had to pack up and head back north. During the time we were in Florida we had seven inches of rain and two frosts back home. No regrets on missing part of my Vermont summer.