I've been having some fun messing around with my old Specialized Hardrock. Last night I took off the crankset, front deraileur, and the front shifter. Stripped down the crankset and then rebuilt it using only one chainring (the biggest) and put the spacers on the opposite side to keep the chain from falling off when I shifted to the highest cog in the rear. It was fun! I now have a partial single-speed.
Anyway, these folks here in the Northeast
think that they go mountain biking, but they really just ride through the woods. I grew up in the West though. That was some
real mountain biking. I could have gotten to Moab in about 3 hours of driving, but honestly I never bothered because the stuff that was 20 minutes from my house was SO good. I was there almost daily. I miss that. I'm glad I discovered road, wrenching, and CX, otherwise my cycling universe would have collapsed on itself, but those were good times. My typical day was: Get up, go to school/fly, eat, bike/golf, watch Simpsons, eat, and go to bed. Oh yeah, I guess I would do a little working in there too

There was some prime single-track, no doubt about it, but I think what I relished was the climbs... oh the climbs. Fire roads ascending into the sky, like some sort of washboard staircase. I MISS that! Some guys love to bomb, I love to climb. (Which I guess is a bit ironic because I have the build of a sprinter.)
...and the thing was that I was having the time of my life on a mountain bike that cost $600 new. (that Specialized Hard Rock that I was talking about earlier) I just threw on some bar-ends and clipless pedals and went for it. Good times.... Great times!
Which is not to say that there isn't good mountain biking here in the east... there definitely is, it's just that you have to drive a lot further, and you have to share it with a lot more people when you get there.
And to think I got into mountain biking because I was reacting to some stupid girl who broke up with me... all things considered, I think I got the better end of the deal.
-Goose