I rent a place on the top of a hill in Spain. There’s 5 minutes of fire road then a 4 minute ‘Down Hill’ to the place where I will soon be living, in the valley beneath, where I’m working most days.
Awesome singletrack, gnarly switchbacks, steep drops and small climbs. It’s on the cusp of unridable so every run I do keeps me on my toes and always has something interesting to throw at me. It’s all weather too although generally dry loose over hardpack with rocky bits thrown in.
The return is through a series of old railway tunnels on a ‘Via Verde’ then a monster fire-road climb that’s also ‘just’ ridable, or the missus gives me an uplift back.
Awesome scenery too. I feel very blessed.