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Moab, November 6-9th, 2013.  From left to right, Brandon, Nate, Tom, Rob, Wade, Me.

I think Friday morning, as I was looking back at camp


I said to myself, and then out loud: Do you ever have one of those moments where you stop and it hits you...this is everything I wanted my life to be when I was young and could only dream of such things.

I mean, look at this picture.  So that sets the stage for this writeup.

Wade, Nate, Brandon and Rob got down to this site Wednesday night and did slickrock the following Thursday - thankfully I wasn't there.  Not to say I was loving being at work and not in Moab, but the slickrock trail has stopped appealing to me after the dozen times I've ridden it.  There were at least 2 slickrock virgins though, so it had to be done.  Thankfully (without condition) no one was injured as is typical of these type of outings with a Siddoway.  Tom and I got there late Thursday night and were immediately welcomed by the fact that we had a generator and apparently that was the missing ingredient to making the heater in the tent trailer work.  Thanks mom for not needed your generator. 

On the issue of heat, lets just say this...for the record....it was COLD!  at least at night, The low was supposedly low 30's but Im pretty sure in the sand flats area it was high 20's at best.  it was puffy coats and double bags for sleeping.  Which brings me to our first combined adventure.


Since no one wanted to ride a bike in the cold, we [I] decided that my new Cruiser needed a proper workout.  I was a little nervous about taking it on the Fins n' Things trail because...aside from bigger tires...this was completely stock.  Granted, completely stock means 11 inches of ground clearance, a 600 ramp score (about the same as a wrangler Rubicon).  That and locking front, center and rear differentials meant that if i didn't break something, I wasn't likely to get stuck.  Like Slickrock, we had a few rock crawling virgins with us, and to a lesser extend I would consider myself one, since it has been at least 10 years since I last owned a car with even crawling pretensions. 



There is better video forthcoming about this trail and our adventures, but let me just say...IT WAS AWESOME!  the excitement of being back on the trail, the amazing cruiser that just did it without complaint (only locking the rear diff once) and the energy I got from my passengers really pumped my up.  We only did the campsite sections but Im confident had we more time...it would have been no problem to do the whole thing.  Yes, I scraped my hitch a lot, and yes I REALLY need new springs, but for 235,000 miles on the clock, I couldn't have asked for a better performance form Bruce.  Oh, Im calling my cruiser Bruce now. 

Getting back to camp around 1130, it was starting to warm up and we were getting ready for a new trail.  Mag[nificent]7.  Mag7 actually isn't a trail, per-se, but a system of trails in the gemini bridges area.


We parked my car at the point on this map were purple meats yellow, or the bottom of goldbar, and the start of goldbar rim and then shuttled in the truck to the top of the road.  Gemini bridges road, if you are curious, is a perfect place to feel all Paul Hogen in your outback, as its the perfect amount of tough for most softroader/cute utes at least from the bottom until the bridges parking lot, where its, at worst, a bad dirt road with some bumps.  We took Bull Run to the bridges, where we stopped and ate (more on that later) and then...on expensive advice from the bike shop that repaired Rob's bike...decided to take great escape.  Both did not disappoint.  I personally liked bull run best, because it was faster and had amazing views!


Its called bull run because it skirts Bull Canyon, the wash that you can see from the top of Gemini bridges.  This is the same wash wade and I did last year to christen his Tacoma. 

Great escape was a ton of fun too, and most people seemed to prefer it to bull run.  Maybe Im old, maybe I just don't takea  beating like I used to, but as fun as it was, it was a much harsher ride and so I didn't like it quite as much.  To be fair, I would rate bull run as a 9 (out of 10) and great escape as a 7.5, so its still right up there. 







After we loaded up the cruiser with bikes and people (and completely bottomed out the tired old springs) we made our long drive into the sun back up the road.  As a reward for our journey, this greeted us at the top


Oh and speaking of epic.  It doesn't matter how many times I see them, Gemini bridges are amazing



We went back to camp and got our stuff to head out to a hostel (the lazy lizard) where we had successfully procured showers on a previous trip.  What a treat.  The first two grizzled old men to meet us at the door with their colorful expressions gave was to the one eyed yet watching full metal jacket [this is my gun, there are many like it, but this one is mine...] on the couch who later turned out the be the...owner?  when he inquired about our intent to shower he promptly asked for the money, but didn't tell us how much.  $3 for unlimited hot showers is totally worth it alone, the show was a bonus. 

That night was an expensive and tasty meal at Familia Mexicana, a favorite of Wade and Mine.  We had originally planned to eat at Zaks, but because of a regional highschool bike race the next morning it was a 45 minute wait.  45 doesn't sound like a lot...but this is Moab remember.  I was glad to be there, as it had become something of a tradition for Wade and I.

The next morning was a lazy sleep in kind of morning as we had been up late the night before, some of us around the fire trying to stay warm



and some of us trying to figure out how to get my intervalometer to work past 126 seconds.  never got it figured out. 


Oh well.  back to Saturday morning, we had worked out that it would be best to pack up and head out to Barlet wash on our way out of town and try out some riding on the totally unscripted slickrock out there.  but before we even left site, the urge to wheel got the better of me and while the majority of the troops were taking out the trash, I was taking a heavy laden land cruiser up baby lions back with Tom.




Which feels a LOT steeper than it looks.  It was my first time and so i didn't know what to expect, in fact, I thought you turned around on top and drove back down...nope.  Imagine my suprise when I saw the exit; steep, and WET!  good thing the cruiser was made for a little fording.  Note to self: re-grease the chassis. 





True to Land Cruiser form though, it took it in stride and then loaded up with jealous passengers from the other truck...and did it again. 

Having added that notch to my belt we headed out to near the airport on the northside of town and went out to find bartlet wash.  West on blue ridge, and follow the signs, though I will say I think I would have rather started up hidden canyon than barlet wash, as the trail to get to the good riding on barlet wash require a lot of hiking in sand and stickers in the legs.


Its a staggeringly beautiful place and I would have taken more pictures....but we were having too much fun.





So thats it, good weather (in the day) good wheelin', good riding, good food, good stories and good folk.  Can it get better?


Yup, Bonus sunset at the Wendy's in Price.  Best photo ever taken at a Wendy's.

EDIT: now with VIDEO!

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Check out the great smokey mountains...or at least the smoke choked Wasatch, a pretty and sad start to our crest trip.


I really needed a ride this Saturday, what with the Blur being so hot lately, and it turns out so did Dustin and wade.  We met at Einsteins bagels (more on that later) by milcreek and Bri would drive us up to gaurdsmans in Siddoways nice new truck.  This picture illistrates Dustin's vision (though he is looking the wrong way)

Speaking of Dustin, He and Wade have both been going on about this great new variation to the classic crest ride, where instead of heading down in the milcreek, you go down into the canyons resort.  Well, I figured if it was as good as they have been saying than they wouldn't mind doing it again so I could partake.  We got off from the parking lot around 1030, about an hour after we had planned because people were getting breakfast and because I forgot my shoes and helmet at the house and had to go back and get them.

We got on the trail around 1120 and immediately ran into a little bit of trouble.  It was literally like the 5th or 6th turn that, because of moon dust conditions and overconfidence, I hooked a tree on a side sloped left/right and speared off into the curve, and promptly hit a tree head on.  I heard a loud crack but wasn't too worried that I had pulled a Wade since it was a very low speed crash, in fact had the tree not been there i would have take another step or two and just stopped.  But all the same it was my helmet that made the crack and so I'm getting a new helmet.


Frankly, I'm a little glad I crashed.  I haven't had a significant crash in...honestly I can't remember, probably 10 years or more and I was beginning to worry that I was building up some type of "supercrash" that would land me in the hospital.  I don't know why I don't crash often, I just don't and its not a secret.  Bri asked Wade the other day i guess, why I never crash.  In fact, I have never crashed since I have known Wade.  Or Dustin for that matter.  But now, since I have i can rest a little easy knowing that I have vented some crash off and staved off a supercrash...or something like that.

Dusting off the crash I got right back on the horse and went full speed the rest of the ride, or as full speed as I could go, you see Dustin and I made a bit of an error in our breakfast choices.  Dustin ordered something called a Tuscan and I ordered a plain baggle.  Dustin described his bad choice as, "an explosion of cream cheese"  while I simply called mine a "boat anchor".  Turns out its hard to digest a huge wad of baggle and ride with a stomach full of cream cheese and Dustin and I both suffered greatly for it, Me for a general lack of energy, and Dustin with the "I just want to puke"s.  But we soldiered on.  If you look at the MyTracks, you can see we rested a lot.


View Crest To Robs in a larger map

Fortunatly, we made it to the the top of puke hill sans puke.  Dustin even rode the whole thing...well played old bean.



I walked some of it, because of the baggle bomb, add to that my brakes aren't working very well and that I had to use more fingers to brake and fewer to hold onto the bar, causing hand cramps and I was pretty well spent by the time we reached the spine.  I was planning on riding it, but given the situation (helmet, gut bombs, hand cramps) I elected to walk.  Dustin Nailed it though.



 And Wade hit most of it, having to stop and restart once.


When we reached the top of the trail, before heading down to park city, Dustin had a good forced puke and I was just starting to feel better, though my hands were getting to be toast.

I don't have any pictures of the decent in the canyons, but its beautiful.  We rode down and met up with robs trail and rode that to the bottom.  It wasn't as nice and smooth as Milcreek (more exposed sections) but it had its moments.

After we got down we rode from there to the strip mall near kimbal junction


View Road To Food in a larger map

IT was a fun downhill and if you check the stats, we got going pretty quick.

There we met up with bri and had a nice late lunch pizza



It was pretty good, but not as filling as the price and wait would have made me hope.

at the end of every crest ride I always forget how long the whole thing takes, from door to door it was 930-400.  of course, knock off about 2 hours without lunch or delays, that still makes it a full half day adventure.  Worth it, but maybe a little more worth it when we get a little rain.