A workmate informed me yesterday that an impending storm might make the Crest trail hitherto unrideable. With all that roadie racing--I hadn't ridden my mountain bike more than a handful of times--and I hadn't yet ridden the Crest trail--one of the gems of Wasatch riding!
Armed with such information we raced up Big Cottonwood Canyon and dropped a car at the trail's exit point (we were going to shuttle the trail because of waning daylight) and then dumped bikes and bodies into vehicle #2 to make our way to Guardsman Pass. We rode the new (well new to me) singletrack access to the base of Scott's Pass and then busted out the ride. We were racing the remaining daylight hours and impending storm. The winds were gusting like crazy and I almost got blown off the spine (while walking my bike down it of course). My flat tire at the top of Mill D didn't help things either...but we finished the trail just as it was becoming too dark to see.
Even though I'm not really riding this week--that was well worth it (and was more downhill than uphill anyway).
There was some serious storm-age last night and today the mountains are obscured from view.
The idea of snow is definitely exciting--but a little worrisome at the same time (as our early snowfall years usually result in a poopy snowpack).
Either way, its nice to get a little precip here in the dry dry 801. I know that even my drought tolerant plants are loving this!
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