Trails were dry, no standing water. The rocks and roots I rode over had good traction. Same with those I walked over, or Stridered over, sitting on the saddle and pushing with one foot down. Soil surfaces on Madrone were tacky, but didn't accumulate on the tire or frame.
Juniper Ridge was a really ugly grunt. Clearly it was build with sustainability in mind, at the expense of flow. That is a trail for the dedicated followers of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. It will likely last forever, but I'd guess that the number of riders that will come back for more will be less than with other trails that offer some breaks between sections of techy stuff. While riding it I thought about how it reminded me of the Madrone, the one at Canyon Lake, and how they seemed similar to me. Only, Juniper Ridge is missing all the flowy bits to break up the torture session. Until today I never really thought of the Canyon Lake Madrone as "flowy" at all. Just needed the right reference point.
I rode fifteen miles of trail today and sincerely believe that half of the time "riding" was spent on that first four and a half miles of Juniper Ridge starting from the parking lot end on to where I bailed at Madrone. Juniper Ridge is a very challenging hiking trail, even more so if you brought a bicycle along with you on the hike. Charlie, you got me good with this one. đź‘Ť The fact that I'm significantly out of practice and out of shape may have played a part in my evaluation.
After Madrone I took the right and returned via Jones Spring and Wolf Mountain trail. Mosquitoes were plentiful and fierce on the singletrack between Jones Spring and the interstate highway that Wolf Mountain becomes on the way back. (the equestrian trail might have been a better choice) The smell of the thought of the beer nestled in the van was wafting in the air and it may have been the sole motivation that got me back. The sun was out, the temps were climbing, and I was WFO (wore the fuck out).
Also made a new friend on Juniper Ridge ... couldn't get the camera out fast enough to snap the shot of the critter laying straight in the trail. It was a colorful beastie.