With the single digit temps today, it is hard to believe that a little over a week ago I was shredding dirt with Larissa and my Dad. The bikes are now put away for the season as we await for the snow gods to unleash their fury on the Wasatch. As always a great way to close out the season with some shred in Billings over Thanksgiving.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
We got into town on Thursday afternoon, and headed for a stroll on the Snodgrass trail to get warmed up for the weekend. I did seem to be breathing a bit harder than usual as we were staying at an elevation of 9,300' and the riding only went up from there.
After a night of eating dank pizza with fresh figs, we headed out the next morning to the 401 trail. The 401 trail received the runner-up for trail of the year in Bike Magazine, so I was it wouldn't disappoint. Prior to leaving for the day, Ben recommended we link the 403 trail to the 401 trail. Being new to the area, I gladyly agreed. Little did I know it would be 7 hours, 40 miles, and 4,800' vertical of climbing before we were back at the condo. We were all a bit worked, but extremely stoked for such a sick day in the mountains. The climbing was tough, the descents fast and flowy, and the scenery was off the charts. If someone asked me to link the 403 trail to the 401 again, there would be no hesitation in my decision. "Yes!"
Larissa and I with Mt. Crested Butte in the background. Doing a bit of acclimatizing on the Snodgrass trail.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
After a day of hammering out 40 miles, we had hopes of getting up the next morning and repeating, but our bodies told us differently. Instead we opted for a shorter shot on the Upper Upper loop which runs from the ski hill into town. Although this trail was about a 1/4 of what we had ridden the day before it provided a joyous romp through techy rocks and flowy tight singletrack immersed in plush wild flowers.
Having finished up the ride by early afternoon it gave us a chance to cruise downtown Crested Butte. Even though there is a great deal of wealth in Crested Butte, the town still has a wild west feel to it. The locals are also bike crazy. Everyone either pedals the epic singletrack surronding downtown, or hops on their townie and heads for the local watering hole. Crested Butte is also home to the Mountain Bike Hall of Fame. The true roots of Mountain Biking started here and gave the Californians the ideas that have ultimatley led to one of the sickest sports today.In an attempt to work on my Multi-Tasking skills, I attempted the Karate Kick/Biking maneuver.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Always good to start the trip out with a Classic.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
The heavens unleashed the rains right at the start of the Super D race at Wolf Mountain. Made for a slick course.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
We bypassed the lift on Twin Lakes Headwall and aimed for the Gardner Headwall.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Larissa, Peter, and I at a Chicago Whitesox game with the skyline in the background.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
1) Starting at the crack of 11 am is a little to late this time of year.
2) Get a map. I thought I could figure it out once I hit the trail but quickly realized this wasn't the case. I kind of got some directions from some horsemen that eventually got me headed in the right direction.
3) Bring adequate water or means to get water from a stream. I spent a good portion of the day eating snow to keep hydrated. Doesn't work so good.
4) Dogs are great ski partners, but they don't set a very good boot pack.
I ended up on the trail in the middle of the picture which led in the wrong direction and cost me about an hour of time.