sad day for the rainbow

i ventured out to the mesa last night. my back was still, sore isn't the word, effed up is more like it- twitchy, nervous, overstretched, weak. anyway i didn't want to push my ride time so i headed over to the mesa on my already muddy mountain bike. i lowered the stem and now its too far. meh. i put my original stem back on when i came home. anyway, the entrance was super soft. sucked the life out of me and my poor weak wicked back could feel the power of trying to plow through so i hopped off and hoofed it. right after the small creek crossing all was good. the downhill into racoon alley was dry with a few moist spots. it is in dire need of a good raking. which is what i'd say the majority of the trails need. a good old fashioned raking and a few people bending over to pick up all the loose branches, stan sticks and logs that made their way onto the trails.
i rode out to rainbow bridge and what i saw was depressing. she laid on her side. she can not be revived. i'm not sure if the weather did it, time or the punk party kids that left their fire leftovers and beer cans strewn in the middle of the trail. i was pissed. i realize these aren't my trails, but had we not built them and loved them these people would not have been able to get where they were. the irony.
my back was irritating me so i headed home sad, depressed and a little mad. i had a feeling of anxiety sweep over myself as i felt the task of getting the trails rideable to be completely overwhelming not to mention my back.