Scenes from the Road Pt. 3

|| Just outside Moab lies a ramshackle town that I’ve forgotten the name of. Broken down busses, RVs, a house or two without a roof, and one house with a landscape painted on its side. All this in the heat of the desert and everything regulated by a single stop sign. We stopped at the sign, looked around and the only thing in spitting distance was a post office. Someone delivers the mail, obviously, but who opens it in this town? ||

Sledding

|| After such a long, mild winter in Utah, it feels right to hit the trail again. Today, I rode in the morning with friend and photographer Stan Evans, and in the afternoon with Re Wikstrom and athlete Shaun Raskin. Both laps were along the Shoreline trail, eventually dropping into the Bobsled downhill trail. A beautiful day, good friends, a little mud, and lots of laughs. Can’t beat the fact that living in SLC might mean dirty air some days, but it affords incredible access to world class riding everyday. The dog’s name is Nelson. ||

The Ride Before the Last

|| Just before the first snow fell in Park City I set out for a ride on Glenwild. Long DH shorts, tall socks, a touch of snow and some mud were the order of the day. A day later we were racing the storm down this very same trail, watching it drop snow in the mountains just West. The small amount of snow seeped into the well-worn trails making everything nice and sticky, so much so that you would lean into turns past the point-of-no-return without fear. Last ride of the season and the best ride of the season, a new reason to live in Utah. ||

The Return to Dirt

|| And now, the return to dirt. Tee shirts, shorts, 50-degree weather, ample sun and tacky (sometimes muddy) trails…Utah is off to a rough start to winter. We gathered a crew and hopped on the Glenwild trail in Park City, Utah rather than skiing icy, rocky groomers at the resorts nearby. Before the season makes a turnaround we’re going to need to see a few feet of snow just to get back to a suitable base. Although the switch will flip eventually, we’re an impatient group. For now dirt will have to do, and in all honesty, it feels great again.||