Gravel crunches under our mountain bike tires as we roll through the small northeast Arkansas town of Birdeye. “This is the biggest climb around here,” says Martin Smith—our friend and fearless leader—as we hit the base of a not-insignificant incline. The mid-morning sun is already drawing sweat as our party of four crests the hill, and I wonder if I’ve underestimated riding in the Delta—not a great way to start a two-day journey.
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