I usually take a couple of weeks in April sometime to get out of California. Last year it was 10 days in Sedona and Hurricane/ Saint George. This year it was time to get to Moab again. As was the case last year, I'd be joined by my friend Steve who lives just outside of Hurricane. If you've done a shop ride out of Over the Edge in Hurricane you've likely ridden with Steve. He is a VERY good technical rider and regularly rides the toughest lines in his area. We're a pretty good match. We both can usually ride the same lines blind, meaning that we haven't seen them yet but are confident enough in our abilities to either roll them unseen, or take a peek and then roll them. I know that if Steve rolls something and then disappears, that I can be confident that I wont die at the bottom.
Part of my reason for going to Moab was to ride the White Rim Trail in one day. It's a 100 miles around Canyonlands National Park and has some of the most stunning scenery in the area. Id be coming out a few days before Steve so I knew I'd have time to do it and still be relatively fresh for the riding we would be doing together.
I arrived on the Friday after Easter. It was a complete clusterfuck since it was still spring break for a lot of folks. After driving around for the better part of the day I finally settled on a dispersed site out past Horsethief Campground. This turned out to be a great site since most of the good stuff starts up on the mesa above Moab anyways, I was camped 500' from the trailhead down to Navajo Rocks. A bonus was I could start my White Rim adventure right from camp.
I got a little ride in on Friday evening, actually I got 30 miles in because I just couldn't stop. I ended up coming back to camp in the waning hours of the day helped by the light of a car coming down the road behind me.
With everything wet and muddy I was expecting to have to alter my plans for the next day. I had planned on getting out at first light and getting some pictures as the sun rose over the Shafer trail
Those plans were scrapped as I had to swap the dropper post out and set the bike up for XC day instead of a trail day.
I had grand plans for my adventure. I knew the record was somewhere around 6-1/2 hours. That was out of reach since the farthest I'd ridden this year was 60 miles, so I set my eyes on a sub 8 hour time without killing myself. Got out of the trailer at 8 and headed for the rim.
|First view into the Colorado River side of the park.|
|Shafer Trail swithbacks|
|I can still bail out and head to Moab for breakfast....|
To be continued.....