Mis-Adventures in Mountain Biking (Part 2)
This weekend we did one thing right: we went DOWN Anasazi’s descent. Holy cow did we go down.
The climb up the mountain was beautiful. It was really steep, windy, ridgeline singletrack, with an increasingly beautiful view of the mountains. The afternoon was hot, like it usually is, and the snow capped peaks in the distance taunted us with their promise of cold.
By the time we’d crested the top of the mountain (indicated by “steep hill” on the map..and it was not joking), we got to a fork in the road. The trail signs indicated that we could go “Somewhere” to the right or “Elsewhere” to the left, and then reminded us that it didn’t matter where we went but how we went.
Well, we went left, or, “Elsewhere.” And how did we go? We went by foot! Our sweet reward for all of that climbing was nothing other than an impossibly technical, steep, cliffside descent. The narrow trail was littered with pointed rocks and big drops and sharp turns. “Could anyone do this??” we asked each other, both knowing that the two women we’d seen enter the trail before us were standing on their petals with their weight behind their seats and bombing down the seemingly impossible descent.
Well, about a third of the way down, we finally got on our bikes and sped back down to the bottom. Anasazi’s Descent, we will be back for you.
In the mean time, hammocks by the river sure are nice.
Pictures: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=118179&id=503860738&l=f2343758e0
The climb up the mountain was beautiful. It was really steep, windy, ridgeline singletrack, with an increasingly beautiful view of the mountains. The afternoon was hot, like it usually is, and the snow capped peaks in the distance taunted us with their promise of cold.
By the time we’d crested the top of the mountain (indicated by “steep hill” on the map..and it was not joking), we got to a fork in the road. The trail signs indicated that we could go “Somewhere” to the right or “Elsewhere” to the left, and then reminded us that it didn’t matter where we went but how we went.
Well, we went left, or, “Elsewhere.” And how did we go? We went by foot! Our sweet reward for all of that climbing was nothing other than an impossibly technical, steep, cliffside descent. The narrow trail was littered with pointed rocks and big drops and sharp turns. “Could anyone do this??” we asked each other, both knowing that the two women we’d seen enter the trail before us were standing on their petals with their weight behind their seats and bombing down the seemingly impossible descent.
Well, about a third of the way down, we finally got on our bikes and sped back down to the bottom. Anasazi’s Descent, we will be back for you.
In the mean time, hammocks by the river sure are nice.
Pictures: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=118179&id=503860738&l=f2343758e0