Yesterday we went for a ride. The air was cool and crisp. We wanted to ride long.
Ken (above) inspired us to shred. We rode out of town, up to Slickrock trial and around it, up Sand Flats Road to Porcupine Rim and the Porcupine Rim trail, and down the trail to town.
Slickrock Trail and the Porcupine Rim Trail are two demanding trails. Whether climbing up incredibly steep pitches of grippy sand stone, descending sculpted rock while bumping along it's eroded surface, or screaming down jeep roads comprised of rock ledges and scrambled baby head rocks uninterrupted attention and the confidence to point and shoot down the fall line are the necessary tools for getting the job done.
Leaving Moab we could see the La Sal mountains on the horizon to the east as we climbed the road up to Slickrock Trail. Looping around the trail we could see them not so far in the distance over the jumbled sandstone expanse around us. Climbing Sand Flats road we approached the mountains, right up to the snow. We pushed through some snow to the rim, where we could see a huge valley below us, stretching down to the Colorado River far below, and itself surrounded by huge red rock cliffs. From there we swooshed, darted, dropped, grunted, and plunged downwards ever on to the river valley below.
Pure Sweet Good Living.
Ken (above) inspired us to shred. We rode out of town, up to Slickrock trial and around it, up Sand Flats Road to Porcupine Rim and the Porcupine Rim trail, and down the trail to town.
Slickrock Trail and the Porcupine Rim Trail are two demanding trails. Whether climbing up incredibly steep pitches of grippy sand stone, descending sculpted rock while bumping along it's eroded surface, or screaming down jeep roads comprised of rock ledges and scrambled baby head rocks uninterrupted attention and the confidence to point and shoot down the fall line are the necessary tools for getting the job done.
Leaving Moab we could see the La Sal mountains on the horizon to the east as we climbed the road up to Slickrock Trail. Looping around the trail we could see them not so far in the distance over the jumbled sandstone expanse around us. Climbing Sand Flats road we approached the mountains, right up to the snow. We pushed through some snow to the rim, where we could see a huge valley below us, stretching down to the Colorado River far below, and itself surrounded by huge red rock cliffs. From there we swooshed, darted, dropped, grunted, and plunged downwards ever on to the river valley below.
Pure Sweet Good Living.
