I was always in awe of reports that showed high altitude mountain biking on trails that most people didn't ride that often. Where did they find them? What was so special? When I got the message that FRMBP was going to have a ride on some seldom used trails, I was all over it. I have to keep the location to myself, but if you figure it out from the pictures, more power to you.
So it's starts off somewhere in Colorado. You can almost tell you are going to be riding primitive trails when the drive involve many miles of dirt road with more miles on even rougher dirt road. We eventually come to a point where said road is too washed out to go any further, so it's climbing time.
My exciting rises as we reach the singletrack. Singletrack? There's a trail here?
The trail continues through Aspens and meadows on a mostly downhill direction. What can be better? Barely visible singletrack with amazing mountain views. You don't need the altitude to take your breath away.
The gang stops to regroup and yes, we are on the trail as our guide Jeff assures us.
Snaking through the Aspens is always one of my favorite things to do. There was just enough moisture on the trail to keep things tacky, which made for some fast riding.
Reaching the bottom we head off on some primitive 4x4 road (as in grown over) and neander a few stream crossings.
Including a flooded crossing which required a fire brigade crossing.
Then it's back on some rather rocky overgrown two-track.
Dr. Andrea decided to check out the shrooms which were everywhere.
Blazing new trails? No, it's there.
More rocky road. Quick someone call Ben and Jerrys.
You gotta love Colorado. Snow in August!
We eventually hit a forest road with views in every direction. It's just a short spur before the singletrack returns.
Now, this section is absolutely awesome!
We stop to wait for the others and do a little trail maintenance two solve two problems. One is erosion around a fallen tree and the other is a way to get over the fallen tree.
Then it's back to the real deal for the climb out.
As usual, it's not mountain biking without blood. Andrea won the prize.
Sixteen spectacular primitive singletrack miles and 2500' of climbing with great people. I couldn't think of a better way to spend the day.
So it's starts off somewhere in Colorado. You can almost tell you are going to be riding primitive trails when the drive involve many miles of dirt road with more miles on even rougher dirt road. We eventually come to a point where said road is too washed out to go any further, so it's climbing time.
My exciting rises as we reach the singletrack. Singletrack? There's a trail here?
The trail continues through Aspens and meadows on a mostly downhill direction. What can be better? Barely visible singletrack with amazing mountain views. You don't need the altitude to take your breath away.
The gang stops to regroup and yes, we are on the trail as our guide Jeff assures us.
Snaking through the Aspens is always one of my favorite things to do. There was just enough moisture on the trail to keep things tacky, which made for some fast riding.
Reaching the bottom we head off on some primitive 4x4 road (as in grown over) and neander a few stream crossings.
Including a flooded crossing which required a fire brigade crossing.
Then it's back on some rather rocky overgrown two-track.
Dr. Andrea decided to check out the shrooms which were everywhere.
Blazing new trails? No, it's there.
More rocky road. Quick someone call Ben and Jerrys.
You gotta love Colorado. Snow in August!
We eventually hit a forest road with views in every direction. It's just a short spur before the singletrack returns.
Now, this section is absolutely awesome!
We stop to wait for the others and do a little trail maintenance two solve two problems. One is erosion around a fallen tree and the other is a way to get over the fallen tree.
Then it's back to the real deal for the climb out.
As usual, it's not mountain biking without blood. Andrea won the prize.
Sixteen spectacular primitive singletrack miles and 2500' of climbing with great people. I couldn't think of a better way to spend the day.