Once again we find ourselves in Park City, Utah during slack season – that elusive window between the end of ski season and Memorial Day weekend.
In many ways the town is turning over – winding down most, but not all ski runs, while simultaneously beginning to look ahead towards spring.
It’s an odd time to visit a resort town I suppose. It’s kind of like when you visit a restaurant late in the morning, after it has run out of most breakfast menu items, but isn’t yet fully ready for the lunch crowds.
Similarly, the cadence here feels a bit out of rhythm. A decent number of business are temporarily closed, the mountain still holds lots of snow but no one is skiing, and tourist crowds are less than expected. The whole place has a feeling of being in between last week and next week while overlooking the present.
Nevertheless, we still seem to enjoy visiting this area during slack and in particular the largely vacant Jordanelle State Park campground.
As the sun began to set tonight, I couldn’t help but smile.
This area of southwest Utah has become really special for Kelly and me — proving to be the perfect place to celebrate the completion of our fourth year as roaming nomads.
As happy as we are sitting here, signs of Spring pull at us; tomorrow we will leave and begin migrating north towards the mountains.
The access road to Gooseberry Mesa is abysmal, but the riding is absolutely dreamy.
The south rim trail is smorgasbord of all trail types and the views will take your breath away.
This one is an absolute bucket-list ride.
Flow trails are loads of fun to ride … and I love, love, love me all of this Hurricane flow.
Here’s a pro tip … 30 minutes from the Las Vegas strip, one can find trails that will make you grin from ear-to-ear.
I was having a great ride until I wasn’t.
Ideally, that pedal pictured above is one – not three pieces of medal. And it was until striking a boulder dead-on … at speed.
Conveniently, my ride was mostly completed and the what remained was downhill.
Fortunately, there was a bike shop ten minutes from the trailhead. Unfortunately, the replacement pedals set me back $150.
On he bright side – the new pedals are black and look a whole lot better on my bike.
Having arrived to St. George, Utah the other day, I’ve been anxious to ride Whole Guacamole, one of my absolute favorite mountain bike trails.
It turns out that I’m not alone in my adoration of this trail. Each time I’ve ridden here, I’ve spotted cars from multiple states and have chatted with people vacationing in the area just to ride here.
The riding is simply superb; a must ride for anyone visiting the area.