Monday, November 22, 2010
Pointing to the view of canyonlands from the blue mountain trail ride. This overlook is on a cliff that opens with views of the vistas below and is not for the faint of heart. The trail itself is not overly difficult but does demand full attention which is hard to do while passing by views like this one.
So rare, yet common on the trail, some Aspens in full color, others naked and yet others somewhere in between. My only regret on this ride was the fact that I did not stop enough to take more photos. As I rode I often thanked God for the beauty of the earth and my opportunity to recreate in it.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
This photo captures a moment that will live with me the rest of my life. The trail through the Abajo or Blue mountains is one of the most beautiful if not the absolute most beautiful trail I have ever ridden. On a day that came together with Dan Sheeran of Monticello Utah, riding as guide through this mountain trail, the sky was clear, temperatures in the 60s and the leaves were either in color and dropping or already on the ground. As we rode leaves would gently fall around us at times as if it were softly snowing gold. The leaves would often time float up and then back down as Dan preceded on the trail and his tire would kick them up. The aspen forest was so thick that I had to remove my riding goggles in order to see. The aspen canopy at times formed tunnels that we rode. A day to remember.
In between forests are small patches of open trail in which the views go forever. This view is of canyonlands at the base. The trail here does not look steep, however it is and my forearms hurt from the distance traveled down this portion, just holding myself from going over the handlebars. The trail is challenging enough to require your full attention but with views like this I had to stop occasionally to take a photo. Everyone that dirtbikes should have this trail on their list to enjoy. Monticello and the surrounding communities seem to welcome outdoor enthusiasts including dirt bikers, evidenced by the grooming of this trail for dirt bikes.
Grandma Susie and Monroe under the arch. Monroe is a hiker and chatted with me all the way up the climb. I couldn't respond to all the questions asked because I didn't know the answers or was too out of breath, or she would lose interest in my drawn out responses. Grandpa, why is this rock so hard? Grandpa, why is Gramma so much faster than you, Grandpa, why is this hike so long and why don't we already see the arch, Grandpa, did you know that I like quarters and dimes and nickels, do you have any, Grandpa, why are those frogs living down there in the water, grandpa, why do you like milk shakes so much??? Hmmm milk shakes.
Good friends John and Brenda Barry made the trip to Moab this fall and hiked to the arch as well. As is customary, they posed underneath the most famous arch of all. Brenda and Susie spent considerable time rearranging furniture in the cabin. These are scary moments as generally they involve a lot of labor from me, but these two never really asked for any help or opinion, they just did what they wanted and informed me later. Fine.
Grandma Susie helping up Monroe, at delicate arch. Monroe is 4 years old and quite intrepid when it comes to hiking, offroading, sightseeing and general adventure. She hiked all the way up to Delicate with no complaining. She did however take advantage of her grand mother's offer to carry her down for about an 1/8th mile, not because she couldn't continue the hike, rather Grandma really wanted to carry her awhile. This photo looks more dangerous than it is, as Briana (the mom) was at the bottom of this rock offering a catch if needed. These sights are always more special when sharing them with friends and family.