Having to turn back on Day One of riding in Moab, separating from the group, was disheartening. Nine kilometres into our ride, I was hacking away with my upper chest in a lot of pain whenever I breathed hard on uphills. Only a third of the way through the route, I was seriously holding things up. So Bill took one for the team and slowly rode out with me, back to the trail head and our car while the two other couples we were with rode on.
I’d fallen sick with a brutal cold that was fast developing into bronchitis. Day Two I sat out. Day Three, I wanted to ride something… anything. Surely it was just a bad cold, and that’s it. So Bill took me out to Dead Horse State Park, a place with some relatively flat trails that wouldn’t get me breathing too hard. Little did I know it’d be the last ride for me of the trip.
At the trail head is a visitor’s centre with some interpretive walking trails that teach you about the ecological natural and human history of the area. Do you know how the area got it’s name? It is a gruesome, heart wrenching story…
We were there to bike along the Intrepid Trail system that would take us along the edge of the canyon on the Great Pyramid and Big Chief rim trails, and then, if I had the energy, we’d head across the highway and cycle a bit of Crossroads and Prickly Pear.
The biking and hiking trails at Dead Horse State Park take you along the rim of the canyon, with breathtaking views. (Oh wait, maybe that was just my cold!)
When you have great tires, big wheels and a lot of suspension, things like this are easy to roll over, as long as you remember, “Speed is your friend.” It’s usually hesitation that gets you into a crash situation.
A lot of the riding was through a landscape like this, with the gnarled and twisted dwarf trees of the juniper forests, red soil, and rugged sandstone rock.
No regrets. I’m so glad I had one more ride, even if it was a gentle one. Moab, I will be back. I’ve got unfinished business with you!