That's right folks- DECEMBER 7th and 8th and the riding is mighty in Mucha Fruita!
Tuesday afternoon at one of my favorite view spots- why I so often peel off Mary's onto Wrangler's. Wouldn't it be awesome if Wrangler's actually went somewhere?
What I love the most about riding the singletrack in late season is the how new it feels. The light is entirely different, the ground feels different, the air feels different. Every trail is new again- as they will be yet again come spring. But, unlike early season when the masses from the mountains migrate west, hopped up on cabin fever, desperate for spring and a chance to bust out their helmet cams, high fives and parking lot beer, late season riders have a quiet exuberance. In late season the trailheads and trails are eerily calm, riders greeting one another with sincere and knowing expressions of joy at getting another day on the bike and at encountering someone else all layered up and nutty enough to get out and do the same.
Get your woolies and shoe covers on and get out there- after all, any day now we could be relegated to rollers in the garage or, worse yet, the gym.