And the gratuitous "Anastazi-looking shadow on the rocks by a coupla dorks" shot:
There are at least 4 of these singletrack areas around Moab now that rival anything at Gooseberry, Fruita, etc in terms of fun, challenge, scenery, and trail quality.
And had the sun rising on us as we plunged the 1400 feet down to the rim:
Where you settle into the rhythm of the double track:
The White Rim may have lost a bit of its luster for folks because there is not a single inch of single track, but the beauty is pretty amazing
and never really stops.
As an added bonus, I found some super sick shades:
that I can't wait to start sporting around the Wasatch.
We saw so few people that at about mile 70 we started to get a little concerned about our water poachability (from the 3-dayers) but we were able to get 2, 12 oz bottles of water from people who were doing a 3 day driving trip (which was "the only water we have; but we have plenty of soda!" huh? really? you are camping in the desert with NO water?) and with about 2 or 3 hours to go we found some cyclists who had plenty of water left for us to do a refill.
A long grinder climb to the top of the Mineral Bottom switchbacks (where the learned geologist Joe Hazel tells me he found alarming levels of radioactivity! I won't be camping there anytime soon....) and a 10 mile spin back to the highway returned us to the start with an hour to spare before dark.
In an era of most mountain bike rides being in the several-hour range, it is always a treat to get a truly-full day of riding on a bona fide "classic". Stellar ride for sure.