So after last weekend trip with LT and Moe, Bec and I took a trip to Moab ourselves to ride some mellower trails and even do a trail run.
We made it to our campsite after work around 12:30AM Saturday morning and nabbed a few hours rest before hitching a ride with Coyote Shuttle to the top of the Magnificent 7 Trail AKA Mag 7. Again, these guys were awesome.
This weekend’s weather was different than my last trip. It was bluebird and around 85 degrees, exactly what you would expect in the desert in late April.
Continue reading April 20-22: Moab, UT (again) and the Beginning of Training for my First Ultra-Marathon
Tuesday at work I get an email from my buddy Luke, one of the graphic designers at the Brewers Association.
“I know it is super late notice, but a good friend & I are ripping Moab Thursday night – Sunday (taking off Friday — home by dinner time Sunday). Love to have you come with as the third if you could swing it. Doing the Whole Enchilada on Sat for sure .. Not sure about the rest of the time. Buddy has a camper we are heading down in.”
I was hooked right then. After making a few arrangements and making some plans via email, we were all set for our first Moab mountain biking trip.
The Players (From L to R):
Myself – AKA CBT/Luke Trautwein – AKA Sasquatch/Mike Mowen – AKA Moe
Continue reading April 12-15: Moab, UT
Typically during this time of year, I’m getting after it on my splitboard riding the peaks and lines that are finally safe enough to ride. Not this year. Things never picked up, and Colorado was plagued with a shallow snowpack sitting on top of garbage. But after the season I had last year, I can’t really complain. I still had some good days this year, but nothing like last year. So, last week I decided it was time to put my board away and get back on two wheels. With temperatures soaring in the high country and even more so in the front range, Becca and I headed west to Fruita, CO for our first mountain biking trip together.
Growing up, I was lucky enough for my parents to drive me every weekend to the local BMX Racetrack. We spent lots of weekends at races in Georgia and even further for National races. As I grew older and decided to take my bike across the county from Oregon to Virginia for an entire summer, they supported me and even lent us their truck to use for a support vehicle. Without them, my love for biking, or even for the simple action of pedaling, would not be what it is today. I’ve been lucky enough to do some cool things on my bike and see some pretty cool places on two wheels. I’ve raced elbow to elbow beside seven other guys, sprinting to the finish. I’ve ridden over the rocky mountains, thru the plains, and up the steepest hills in the east. I’ve ridden down rocky hills and hit big drops on a downhill bike. And now, I’ve finally ridden in the desert. So, thanks mom and dad for everything, this one’s for ya’ll.
Continue reading TR: The End of One Season, The Beginning of Another