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.
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.
The local meet-up language described the mountain bike ride as “advanced”.
Departing the parking lot, I asked for details about the trail, upon which I was told that a few “flowy” single black diamond downhills would be mixed in.
It’ll be fun I was told.
I’m not going to lie – I strongly considered turning around then, trusting my instincts that when locals specifically call out a ride as being advanced, they mean it.
Four hours and only 20 miles later, this was without a doubt the most sustained technical ride I’ve ever completed. A day of double diamond trails has a way of tempering speed.
I held my own on the flats and uphills, but had my ass thoroughly handed to me on all the downhills.
More humbling … I had a hard time walking certain sections these guys were bombing down with grace and style British royals would appreciate.
I only crashed once.
Nevertheless, I had a great day on the trails. And, while the accompanying 3,000 feet of climbing may have me limping for days, there certainly were no shortage amazing views.
Photo credit @gm3sm
For the past 10 days we’ve been based in southwest Utah, near the town of Hurricane. In all honestly, not too much is happening that is not part of our normal routine, but we’ve managed to catch-up with a handful of fellow full-time travelers, some of whom have joined us here on the mesa.
We really like this part of the southwest. The area has a good vibe and is quickly grabbing hold of Kelly and me. And, coupled with a need to catch-up on some business travel from a conveniently located airport, I think we will stay here for another month, possibly longer.
In the process, we hope to visit Zion National Park at least once and I definitely plan to get in more time riding the world class mountain biking trails littering the area.
photo credit @gm3