After days of winter rain, the spillway at Vasona Lake comes alive—not just flowing, but roaring .
I waited for a lull, timed my ride… and still got caught in the rain . Cold, soaked, smiling.
One stretch of the trail was completely blocked, forcing a detour —a quiet reminder that nature leads, and we follow.
The sound isn’t just noise. It’s water moving fast, colliding, breathing air, releasing energy —a wild hymn of gravity and motion.
Pedaling through wet trails, mist in the air ,
it felt like a blessing: exhilarating, adventurous, and entirely worth it .
Sometimes the ride isn’t about staying dry—it’s about showing up and listening to the roar . Listen to the short video clip of the roar at the end of the photo gallery.
