We are officially in the potato state, our “Idahome” for the summer.
Joining me for the initial ride, my brother-in-law leads the way towards Stripe Rock.
City Of Rocks National Reserve is a popular destination for climbers, but cyclists will find some nice flow trails.
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.
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.
Deservingly so, mountain bikers regularly flock to Sedona, Arizona. Well known as a mountain biking playground, there is no denying the allure of the famous red dirt and stunning mesas. Include me among the many that will always jump at the chance to ride the area.
But, those in the know are well aware of the awesome, but less known trails overlooking the nearby town of Cottonwood. Offering a slightly different riding experience, Cottonwood doesn’t bring the vast scale of trail networks one will find in neighboring Sedona, but don’t let that fool you. I’ve been riding here the past few days and have been pleasantly surprised with the variety of riding conditions, lack of crowds, and immediate access from the Dead Horse Ranch State Park campsites.
I really need to be more consistent in reading the trail descriptions before pointing my bike towards the mountains on trails I’ve never ridden.
The final “big” climb I loaded onto my Garmin was essentially unridable, resulting in a miserable two mile hike-a-bike slog 1,300ft to the summit pass.
Fortunately, the back side of the mountain rewarded me with an ear-to-ear grin-inducing 1,700ft descent back to camp.