The bike path continued along a long ladder attached to the side of a ravine, about 50 meters long. I carried my red frame and rim dirt jump bike down in my hand. For some reason I had to go back, but when I came down again I arrived in a different place, and by the time I found the original place, the bike was gone.
This is just sad. Who does things like this?
Can you try to remember why you had to go back?