My most epic ride

Last October I flew to Denver with a buddy of mine. The 2 of us had a 6 day window to get away and a mutual friend(from CA.) also had the days available. My buddy and I met our western friend in Moab. 

We spent 2 days in Moab and then traveled to Crested Butte, CO for an additional 2 days of riding. Our last day in CB was all about the fishing. Another epic experience to say the least.

Humbled. If I had to use one word to describe my trip out west it would be, Humbled. The first day in Moab was at Klondike Bluffs. An intermediate ride for us and certainly a scenic one. The climb up was hot but manageable. When we reached the overlook I dismounted and climbed to get a bit higher. I stood up there looking out for miles. There was a slight breeze and it was the most quiet experience I've ever had. In the distance I could barely see a Toyota 4 Runner with a 20 yard rooster tail behind it. The world was silent. I felt for a moment like I didn't belong. I felt privileged to be there in that very place at that very moment. I felt like a visitor to planet earth. I thought to myself that we have the power and intelligence to destroy all of this. It took me a few minutes to feel like I belonged here. A humbling moment I'll never forget.

My second ride in Moab was The Whole Enchilada(pictured) and I accomplished it. Got back to the house with a huge smile on my face. The W.E. had it all. Every kind of terrain you could imagine and I was loving life.

After Moab we drove east to Crested Butte. The riding in CB was epic. The first time I rode Doctor Park I didn't even realize I was on the trail I had seen so many times in mountain bike films. The downhill trail riding you dream about, I was experiencing. A 30 minute run of pure flow. Heaven.