Photos of mountain biking in the outdoors.
|| Moab is a place of drama, but not for the people in my experience… only the landscape. The trip from Salt Lake to Moab is pretty straightforward: hop on the highway, take less than a dozen turns, and cross your fingers that the campsite you’re aiming for isn’t already occupied. Campsites go quick, this is more common than not. Provided you have the storage, the fresh water spring outside town has all the water you need. Turkey snacks and a radar detector never hurt either. ||
|| 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? ||
|| The road to Moab is paved with mesas. Both sides of the road offer a unique view, only a few hours from the city. Why not take a trip South? ||
|| Sometimes when you wander the desert you run across a little history. The pieces of this skeleton weren’t far off a dirt road, smack dab in the path of our bike scouting mission. No snakes slithering from the eyes like Indiana Jones movies would have you believe, but the traces of fur were enough to make this find unique. ||
|| 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. ||
