Tarcu Mountains

Mountain biking in the Țarcu Mountains was one of those experiences that left me both completely exhausted and absolutely thrilled. The ride up was no joke.. more of a hike than a ride, really. The trail was so steep and rough in places that my bike felt more like a heavy backpack than a helpful companion. I pushed and dragged it most of the way up, my legs burning and my heart racing, but the views as we gained altitude made it worth every drop of sweat.

Once we reached the peaks, the landscape opened up into something breathtaking: vast, wild, and golden under the evening sun. Of course, I couldn’t resist stopping again and again to take photos of the sunset. The colors were unreal, and I just had to capture them. Time slipped by, and by the time we started descending from the ridge, it was already getting dark. The light vanished quickly as we entered the forest, and suddenly we found ourselves speeding down through pitch-black woods.

That ride through the forest is burned into my memory; it was fast, chaotic, and a little terrifying. The only light came from our bike lamps, and every shadow looked like it could be a bear. I kept talking loudly the entire way down, half-joking, half-scared, hoping to scare off any animals that might be nearby. My voice echoed between the trees as we raced down the path. It was wild, hilarious, and a little bit reckless, but it’s one of those moments I’ll never forget.