Did some work at the lake house, new shades on windows, new flag out front and changed the battery in my motorcycle.  Had some extra time on my hands and thought I would grab my mountain bike – an old girl from the 90’s but a bike I still love – and hit some of the trails. Of course not knowing where the trails were, I walked into one of the buildings at the mountain about 10 minutes before they closed and a very nice gentleman helped me out.  He explained how the trails were open (I figured I might have had to pay) to anyone.  Basically their winter cross…