That's a nice setup! I'm not stoked on the tire carrier attachment for the bikes.. too much money and too much leverage, so I'm working on some other schemes... Might do something that folds down off to the side..
Anywho, I don't have time for projects right now
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WARNING: lots of pictures... and rambling.
Went out to Moab last week for 5 days of mountain biking and a little bit of wheeling. I left Golden at 7:30 Wednesday and made it to Moab by 12:30, got about 2 hours of sleep in all before I had to wake up and get ready to shuttle the Whole Enchilada trail as a pre-ride for the Moab Big Mountain Enduro race a few days later. Woke up at the crack of way too early in the parking lot of the bike shop and made the shuttle.
Friday rolled around, and I was exhausted, sore, and didn't want to ride much with the race (theoretically) being the next day. So I sat around and hung out with the Shimano crew all day. Night time rolled around, and I went into town to grab dinner with some tentative plans of a night run on Fins and Things.
Those tentative plans became reality, and I forgot my real camera.
Having never run that trail in the first place, I wasn't sure what to expect. The ridges, chunky sections, and most of all - the steep descents off of rock faces were exciting and a little....puckering....to say the least. All in all, it was a lot of fun, I had a good friend in the passenger seat that knew more about what my truck is capable of than I do, and was able to spot me through everything I needed spotting on.
Saturday rolls around. Race day. Well, in theory. I get up early to hit my shuttle time and it's raining. Hard. We stand around for about an hour and the race director calls off the race until Sunday, resulting in a whole lot of disgruntled mountain bikers with not a whole lot to do.
So what did we do? We went to the Love Muffin and got rowdy and stir-crazy. Then went and watched TV.
Noon rolled around, the sun came out, the clouds were insane, and I wanted to get out of the hotel room... it's MOAB after all, gotta get out! So my friend and I decided to go into Canyonlands and explore.
Upheaval Dome
Meditating cairn
I'm not good at figuring out how to photograph broad landscapes, I've been so focused lately on having a subject in the foreground, that vast landscapes like this are a struggle for me. So out came the 85mm.
On the way back, I decided to see if I could find Long Canyon (I was only given an obscure description of how to find it...once, ever). It looked as if a river had washed through the narrow part of the canyon up top over the last several days, everything was churned up, loose, and wet. Given the growing dark stormcloud that chased us off the slickrock at upheaval dome was still coming our way, this drive probably wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done...
Obligatory pose.
Immediately after the rock tunnel, we crossed paths with some locals in a stock T100 warning us of a "ditch" that they couldn't make it through. I decided to keep going and see for myself.
It wasn't bad, but we were soloing it, so I wanted to make sure I could get out. The entrance was suuuper soft, and the driver side shoulder looked like it could give out if not careful, the exit wasn't bad, the only other consideration was weather or not I'd get traction in the sloppy trickle of water in the riverbed.
Stayed really far right to avoid the softness...
Nice fit...
And came out no problem!
After that we rolled back to the hotel to join in a rain-delay BBQ for the racers, hung out, played some yard games, etc. etc., good times were had by all (who stuck around). My friend and I decided the party wasn't our style (you know, one big social situation) so we bailed and went to enjoy the land of the red dirt some more.
If you head back north to I-70, East to Thomson Springs exit, and continue north through town on the main road, you'll eventually find some pretty awesome petroglyph panels. Carrie got a good bit more pictures of these than I did, I was distracted looking at the details and almost forgot to grab my camera. This particular panel is at ground level, and they're f*in lifesize, so if you're not expecting it, they'll scare the hell outta ya! (especially at night, I knew they were coming when we went through after dark, and it still got me).
Continue up the road, make a right, and pretty soon you're in the ghost town of Sego Canyon. A small town formed around a coal mining operation. I believe the last remnants of the town was abandoned in the early 1940's, but I could be wrong.
We decided to continue wandering up the main road/old railroad bed to see what we could find. It turns out the road dead-ends into a locked gate and fence, with Ute Territory north of where we were. However, on the drive up we went from whatever desert elevation was (5000ish?), to 8300 feet, surrounded by dense(ish) forest of scrub oak, pine, and aspen. We popped out to an overlook just in time for sunset.
And that was my weekend. Lots of fun, with a good mix of intense mountain biking and racing, photography, and wheeling.