I needed a break before my upcoming vacation, so it was a welcome thing indeed to get hip to the tenth first annual Replacement Festival over in Moab.
Moab. You know. That overrated place with no singletrack. That place that is too cold and snowy to ride right now.
Naw, I wouldn't wanna go there either. It's just too mind-boggling and imagination beggaring.
And weird things happen there.
And did I mention the utter lack of singletrack?
It was a fine few days out there. Beer and rides flowed in plenty. These are just a few teaser pics. In a few weeks, if I get around to it, I'll fling up the rest.
Huge thanks to Magpie for the lead and the laughs and the 411.