Wow, it's been nearly a week since my last post! My hope is to keep this updated with more frequency than that, so please come back and check it out.
Up to this point, I've travelled across the states of Kansas and Colorado, landing in Moab, Utah. Moab was to be the starting point for the photography workshop that began on September 30, 2013. I had arrived here a couple of days early to enjoy some of the sights and do my own thing before the rest of the group arrived. After a long day of travel on Friday and leading into Saturday, I decided that Sunday would be somewhat of a down day, at least as far as photography was concerned.
Moab is one of the premier mountain biking destinations in the world, offering some of the most spectacular scenery and varied terrain anywhere. Therefore, with hopes of sneaking in a ride or two, I couldn't leave the bike at home on this trip. I'd been to Moab on a couple of other occasions, primarily for mountain biking, so was somewhat familiar with a few of the trails. Sunday was a day to hit the world-famous Slickrock Trail, just outside of town. It is a very unique place to ride, with the trail winding through and over ancient sand dunes that consolidated into stone long ago. Definitely not for the faint of heart, this trail provides many technical challenges and seemingly impossible inclines.
Since the trail is entirely on sandstone, the route is marked using white paint. Finding your way will depend on following dashes, arrows, and other markings on the stone.
The scenery is amazing, with views of the town of Moab and the Colorado River far below. The terrain is like being on another planet.
It was a beautiful day to be outside, but riding the Slickrock Trail is anything but restful. About 10 miles and lots of sweat later, I was back at the car, ready to load up and head back into town for a peaceful evening.