Minersville was a mecca for trail riders. I’ve never seen another place like it. They had over 100 sets of doubles and everything was crafted with painstaking care. The tabletops were actually bridges built from trees, some landings were built like log cabins, the drainage flowed through pipes underground, some lips were built from rocks, and the sections flowed like the Nile.
Not only did they have more jumps than any place I’ve ever seen, the vibe was very welcoming to everyone. On any given weekend you could go there and see little kids on pit bikes, guys on mountain bikes, girlfriends, dogs, families, and BMXers from all over the world. That’s what made Minersville cool, the fact that they didn’t discriminate against anyone that came out to have a good time. Thanks to all the locals who put their blood, sweat, and tears into the trails and created and scene like no other.
Gone, but not forgotten.