End of trip, LoDo Denver. Wynkoop Brewery.
Late afternoon sun setting red brick buildings ablaze with colour.
Burgers and a variety of pale ales.
It’s Two O’clock on a Monday afternoon. Someone has to keep this brewpub in business…
“It was me and my sidekick,
He was drunk and I was sick”
So about all that's left to do is to drop my best friend off at the airport, he’s headed back to Austin. Between now and the next visit lies the holidays…an Antarctic Field Season…Winter.
We had another good run; a surgical strike on the high deserts of Western Colorado/Eastern Utah. 4 days, 70 miles of trail, 3 miles of pavement. Countless beers. We left the Denver area at about 8 on a fine, promising morning, and within a few hours found ourselves in a snowstorm atop Vail Pass. Undeterred we forged on to the Fruita area. A few beers, some Mexi-lunch and we were ready to ride. Destination: Mary’s Loop and environs. Dave was shaking off a quite nasty cold, I had recovered from same, but had been off the bike for a few weeks - so we hardly brought our A-game to these lovely trails. Still and all we had a fine ride. T’was a layover ride en route to Moab, and a darn fine way to break up the drive. A coupla hours wasn’t nearly enough time to hit all the good stuff, but we had a nice Horsethief/Mary’s/Handcuff loop.
Thence into Moab; Castle Valley by dark. Pulled in, found accommodations and more beer.
Saturday broke fine and clear. Much better than the weather reports had predicted. This was the something old/something new day. The morning’s ride consisted of the legendary Slickrock Trail and in the afternoon we hit the relatively new Soveriegn Trail. Slickrock was Slickrock. Excellent fun, thigh bursting climbs, dazzling scenery. The fresh layer of snow on the La Sals made for good backdrops. We even managed to make new friends and then wheedle them into a Porcupine Rim shuttle for the morrow.
The Sovereign Trail was recently constructed North of Moab, but I think it will quickly gain fame commensurate to it’s more notorious brethren (Amasa Back, Poison Spider, Porky’s, et ales) While perhaps not as “epic” or “gonzo” feeling as Porky’s and the like, Sovereign is able to sit at the same table because it smugly, quietly offers up singletrack. Like the bespectacled geek at the poker table who primly lays down a royal flush over everyone else's hand. These are not old jeep roads, but true singletrack. And quite tasty, techy singletrack at that. We put in at Willow Springs road, did a six mile out to a huge slickrock playground, goofed there for a bit, and rode the same fun singletrack backwards to the truck. We shut down the parking area with a few celebratory brews and as an added bonus got a fine view of the lunar eclipse. Moab, two rides, celestial phenomenae: Perfect day.
Sunday broke cold and threatening. We breakfasted quite nicely at the Jailhouse Café and then, after a bit of basic bike maintenance and upkeep at Poison Spider’s public works station, we hooked up with our new friends for Porcupine Rim. Some say this ride is overrated, but I quite like it. The package is hard to argue with.
The rain started just as we got the truck packed, so after strategically placing a Bike Mojo decal on the Poison Spider Bike Shop environs, we headed out of town, back over the cordillera of the Rockies, through a few snowstorms and thence into Denver.
Monday we had a nice little serving of flowy, Colorado singletrack out at Lair O’ the Bear. The day was glorious. Quoth the girl in the parking lot: “Not too bad for November!” Considering the last few days, I must agree, babe. Not too bad.