Best Intermediate Mountain Biking in the Bay Area (and Beyond)

Nobody puts the Bay Area in the corner when it comes to mountain biking. Redwoods. Ocean views. The birthplace of the sport. And one legendary flow trail.
Beginner Mountain Biking in Southern California: A Winter Riding Guide for the Rest of Us

Four parks, one basecamp, zero broken bones. Here’s my honest guide to beginner mountain biking in Southern California this winter.
A Week of Biking and Basecamping at Catalina State Park

Trade the Vegas lights for desert heights. We’re diving into mountain biking “The Chutes,” Arvie booking hacks, and why Catalina State Park is the ultimate basecamp.
Beginner Mountain Biking Sedona? That May Be an Oxymoron

Is beginner mountain biking in Sedona a myth? I tackled the red rocks to find the best progression for intermediates who value their collarbones.
Tucson MTB: The Old Pueblo’s Secret Sauce

Ditch the Sedona crowds for Tucson’s jagged beauty. This intermediate MTB progression covers Sweetwater, 50-Year Trail, and Starr Pass with local lore and RV tips.
A Lift-Served Bike Park… In Texas?

Is a ski lift in Texas a hallucination or a biker’s dream? Ty hits Spider Mountain to test the only lift-served park in the Lone Star State. From limestone tech to surprisingly fun greens, find out why this rocky novelty is worth the trip (and the extra padding).
🚵♂️ RideBHM: How This Alabama Bike Park Surprised a Wanna-Be Hero

I took a 200-mile detour just to hit the upstart RideBHM bike park outside Birmingham, AL, and it did not disappoint. This spot delivers excellent flow, perfectly aligned jumps, and a genuinely welcoming community, making it ideal for the beginner/intermediate mountain biker who wants to build confidence without requiring surgery. It’s a stellar $29 day of riding.
Florida Mountain Biking… WAIT…. WHAT?!?!?!

I used to laugh at the idea of “Florida Mountain Biking.” Coming from Colorado, I thought it was a joke. I was wrong. From the wooden vortex of Santos to the gator-lined ridges of Alafia, here is my apology letter to the Sunshine State’s surprisingly gnarly trail systems.