Mountain Biking on the Clear Creek Trail

Morning light on the ridgeline, wheels hummin' on the ground,

Climbin' up to Spooner Summit where the chill still hangs around

Pine shadows fall behind me, that thin high-mountain air,

And the world breaks wide and open with a view you can't compare.

Every turn is calling, every stone's a friend,

I drop the seat and let it roll, let the rhythm bend...

Oh- mountain biking on the Clear Creek Trail I go,

Ridin' where the desert meets the snow

Banked corners carving lines that only riders know

Oh-feel that Carson Valley glow,

Let the wheels find the flow,

Down the mountain where the wide-open skies unfold

Granite teeth and rock formations tower like they're carved by time,

Sagebrush whispers in the crosswind as I settle in the line

A ribbon cut through forest, then a drop into the dust,

On a trail that feels like freedom, on a bike I live and trust

Every turn is calling, every jump invites,

I'm leaning in and letting go as day turns into light...

Oh- mountain biking on the Clear Creek Trail I go,

Ridin' where the desert meets the snow

Banked corners carving lines that only riders know

Oh-feel that Carson Valley glow,

Let the wheels find the flow,

Down the mountain where the wide-open skies unfold

Dropping fast through shifting colors-green to gold to desert tan,

Hear the echo of the valley like it's cheering where I am

Switchbacks feel like surfing on a hillside made of dreams,

And the granite slabs ignite beneath the late-day beams

There's a heartbeat in the soil, a song beneath my tires,

The further down the mountain, the more the ride inspires...

Oh- mountain biking on the Clear Creek Trail I go,

Ridin' where the desert meets the snow

Banked corners carving lines that only riders know

Oh-feel that Carson Valley glow,

Let the wheels find the flow,

Down the mountain where the wide-open skies unfold

Let it roll... let it ride...

Let the trail become the guide

Through the pines, through the stone,

Every turn feels like home

Hear the wind-feel the earth-

This is more than just a ride

From Spooner's crest to the valley floor,

I'm alive... I'm alive...

Oh- mountain biking on the Clear Creek Trail I go,

Ridin' where the desert meets the snow

Banked corners carving lines that only riders know

Oh-feel that Carson Valley glow,

Let the wheels find the flow,

Down the mountain where the wide-open skies unfold

Yeah- mountain biking on the Clear Creek Trail I go...

On the Clear Creek Trail I roll...

Golden sky above the valley, day is fading into blue,

But the trail still hums inside me like it's calling me back through

One more ride, one more sunrise-I'll return again someday,

Where the forest meets the desert and my worries drift away