I hope some of you had the opportunity to get out and watch or take part in some of the events centered around the Fort Collins bicycle fest May 7 – 10. I was unable to attend because I was on a little bike fest of my own from the 6th to the 10th and thought you might be interested in hearing a little bit about it!
If you’re new to mountain biking or don’t own a Jeep, you may not have heard about a little town in Utah named Moab (although I have seen a billboard in Denver inviting all to visit said little town). Each spring, this desert oasis comes alive with mountain bikers eager to get the season started and shake the winter’s cabin fever. For me, it’s like salmon heading to the spawning grounds and this season, I had the pleasure of being accompanied by seven others on the journey to MOAB.
This year
, however, was a bit different, as someone suggested stopping in Golden, Co. and taking a spin up
Apex and down through the
Enchanted Forest on the way out of town. This “is” a bike trip after all and even if we continued driving we would not be able to make it during the daylight hours so…..we pull off I-70 at the Morrison exit and
onto the
trailhead. Wow, for a Wednesday evening the parking lot was pretty crowded
so that must be a good sign! The Apex trail is not terribly steep or technical but it does hold a constant grade to test your stamina. We chose the shorter route to the top to make sure we kept our layover short. After it’s crest, Apex turns into a down hill section with plenty of switchbacks then up to the Enchanted Forest. If you like
flowing trails through the trees, the Enchanted Forest is a trail for you. Be prepared, there are still some short climbs along the way down to set the quads ablaze.

Next stop
– the
KOA campground in Grand Junction to catch some sleep before heading to
Tabeguache – home of
Free Lunch, Holy Cross and the Ribbon
trails. We start the morning off early heading up Holy Cross, one of my personal favorites. This trail is loaded with alternate lines and technical features to keep all who enter plenty busy, and that’s on the way up. At the top of
Holy Cross, we turn onto
Prenup, a new trail that bypasses the Widow Maker on the way to Monument
Road. Normally we would ride up the road to the top of the Ribbon trail, but this year we decide to ride up the Ribbon…..Up might be a bit of a misnomer because first you must navigate a steep descent to the bottom of the canyon with a couple
of technical sections that are sure to test even the best. After a bit of a ride along the wash at the bottom, you begin the grind up the slab called the Ribbon. Keep your eyes open on the way up for opportunities to test your skills on the way down,
of which there are plenty. A quick bite for lunch at the top and
we’re off again the same way we came, only much faster and taking full advantage of our sightings on the way up. Now for the climb back to the road and up to the
Free Lunch trail head. The trail

from the road up to Free Lunch is nothing more than a way to get to Free Lunch and is probably just steep enough for the big bikes to take notice. You know
you’re in for a treat when there is an entrance exam at the beginning of the trail to weed out the timid. Drops and jumps abound on this trail and to ride it once a year does not do it justice at all. We try just the same and have to leave a few of the tougher obstacles for next time, or maybe the time after that. Now back to Holy Cross the right way, down.
HC is not quite as extreme as Free Lunch but
it’s no free lunch either, and can bite you back in a hurry as a member of our group found out. He was fine and we made it back to the car to continue on to
MOAB!
Ah
Moab ! You feel the adrenaline as soon as you pull into town. Big 4×4′s, campers, bike shops,
motorcycles and bike racks …
lots of them! This is it! Grand Junction and
Fruita, eat your heart out
! We decide to camp up in the Sand Flats area past Slick Rock. $10.00 a night per car, with an outhouse….can’t beat that. Even if you do have to share the outhouse with Mrs. Black Widow or

is it Ms? We set up camp early and get plenty of rest for the following
day’s ride. We wake to a good breakfast of eggs, bacon, cheese, cereal and coffee or coke then throw a couple sandwiches in the
camelback and we’re ready to go. We find out there is still too much snow in the La
Sal for a trip up to Burro Pass and the
Whole Enchilada, so we settle for shuttling up to Hazard County and starting there. A little climb gets us to the high point, then its 20 miles or so down into town. The first of many gap jumps,
for those who dare, is just 100 yards after the start of the descent. Some of us try the smaller ones but due to our smaller ones, leave the big jumps for those behind us. The trail sweeps and flows enough to make it a blast without catching big air and brings you right to
Upper Porcupine. Upper Porcupine is a must before heading down Lower Porcupine due to its twisty ups and downs throughout the trees and at times, on the edge of the canyon and we race through it like a wild fire.

Lower Porcupine Rim begins as a Jeep road which begs for speed and we were all too willing to oblige, but beware of the rock ledges waiting to grab your front wheel! Getting down to the single track without a pinch flat is an accomplishment, and we all had good luck. From here, the trail turns to single track which skirts the upper edge of a canyon, which means the lower edge is not where you or your bike wants to be. However, my bike wanted to see what is was like down there and proceeded down a sixty foot bank to see for itself. After a nice little climb, I reached my bike and saw for myself too….I in fact did not want to be down there and my bike did not help at all on the way back up. The bike was fine and we continued out to the road for the ride back through town and up to camp. Since we shuttled up to
Hazard County, some of us had to retrieve the shuttle vehicles and some of us had the privilege of lightening the coolers. I’m glad I don’t own a vehicle worthy of the trip to
Moab.
After a shower and dinner in town, the full moon was too good to waste and we decide to enjoy Slick Rock at night. Wanting to experience the full grandeur of Slick Rock, we decide NOT to use our lights and follow white marks lit by the moonlight. Like a cowboy trusts his horse, we trust our bikes know how to negotiate each dark spot on the trail… and they do. Our speed or lack thereof, did not allow us to complete the full loop as we had another full day ahead of us, so we turned around and headed back to camp.
Rise and shine! Time for breakfast, get the chains lubed, make a sandwich or two, load the bikes and we’re off again. Baby Steps north of town is the first stop. This was the first time any of us had ridden this trail. We weren’t all that impressed due to its lack of technical features and use of U turns, many U turns. We exited down on Klondike Bluffs and headed back to the car. At the car, we break out the sandwiches to fuel up for the next ride. Wait a minute, we’re one rider short… where’s Tom? Seems Tom had issues with a tire and three tubes later, after a rescue was made, we drag him back to the car to join the rest of us.
Tusher Canyon was the next stop or adventure, and was the favorite of the trip for all of us. The best description for it would be a jungle gym for bikes. Rock faces, bowls, ledges, drops, chain testing climbs…more of a playground than a bike trail. It was truly a great way to work the legs without knowing it and practice all your technical skills or learn new ones. Up and down and around and jump and hop – we spent hours there. Some of the newcomers to the rock learned more in that time than they ever imagined. Some pushed themselves just far enough to remember how hard rock really is.
Along the road back to town, there is a sand dune which is a frequent stop for families wanting to burn the last bit of energy their kids may have before bedding down for the night. I’ve passed this dune countless times wondering what the draw is… today we looked at each other and said ” if kids climb that sand dune it must be pretty fun , right?” Around we go and back into the lot. Off come the shoes and the race begins to the top. Whew, these kids are pretty tough or we rode more than we thought! Somewhere along the way to the top, six grown men forgot they were grown and engaged in King of the Mountain, WWF and Bruce Lee impressions. The race to the bottom was worthy of a free dinner for the winner and after, we were also ready for Mom to put us to bed.
The fire at camp quickly rejuvenated us and we made sure not a piece of wood was left.

Morning came too quickly and breaking camp soon began. Not so eager to leave… one last “short” ride was in order, so we headed southwest to
Amasa Back. This is an out and back jeep trail that has numerous rock ledges and climbs — perfect for a short little ride to the top and back. To make it more interesting, a ruling was made to touch all the white trail markers with one of your wheels. Now it’s getting a bit tougher and the easy line is out of play. We reach the top and stay just long enough to grab a picture and head back down. No more touching the white dots — its time to test the suspension one last time and another and another until we reach the car. Ah! how nice it will be to get home and rest!
If you’re not too tired from reading this blog you’re probably ready for a trip to Moab of your own but sharing it with friends is much more fun. It truly deserves the right to be called a mountain biking mecca…or dare I say MEGA. Mega diverse, mega fun and mega sun; I would not suggest a visit during the summer as it gets mega hot which is also my tip for this week.
Steve Lacey
