So it's getting cold up here in the nortland, which means that the cycling is limited, so I decided it was time to take a week out west for some primo riding. I called my bro in Ft. Lauderdale, and my buddy Phil in Boulder, and the three of us met in Denver to head to Moab.The three of us, as well as a week's worth of gear and Phil's bike (Kennen and I rented) loaded into Phil's Aveo and set out for Moab on Friday, October 24. The way out was pretty uneventful, but a longer drive than we anticipated, so no riding on Friday.
Saturday morning we decided to ride a classic, so after we picked up our bikes
we headed for the Slickrock Trail. We arrived at the trail and Phil realized that he had forgotten his helmet. While Phil went back to the cabin for hid lid, Ken and I rode the practice loop; I maaged to crash pretty much right away, but nothing serious, so no big deal. By the time we finished the loop Phil was back, so we headed out on the trail. Slickrock is pretty much unlike anything I have ever ridden. On some of the short, steep climbs I could put mu chest on my stem and still not lose traction. Oh, and you follow painted dashes on the rocks...pretty crazy. Anyway, Slickrock was a super fun trail with lots of short steep climbs and descents, and you really get unreal traction on the rock surface - it's really like sandpaper. The scenery was something to behold, too. bumpy rock as far as the eye could see and valleys/canyons/cracks everywhere, usualy right along the trail. Don't look down! The best way I could put it is "moonscape," but the pictures speak for themselves.
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