20080912

Location =  Moab UT  
Distance =  13.94
Time =  2:33:06
Ave. Speed =  5.4
Max. Speed =  26.5
Monthly Dist. =    121.43
Yearly Dist. =  2863.52

It's time for my annual pilgrimage to Moab, and this one almost didn't happen. First, Anthony was going to join me on this trip, but at the last minute he couldn't go. I wasn't going to let that keep me from going, but when I went to class in the afternoon and took my glasses off to clean them, they snapped in half! This was a serious problem because I am as blind as a bat without my glasses, and my reading classes would not cut it. After class I drove over to Lenscrafters, called my optometrist who faxed over my prescription, and an hour later I had a new pair of glasses, just in time to go play softball. That was close. The following morning I left the house at 7:30a.m., and I was on my way to Moab.

I pulled into the campground at about 2:00 in the afternoon, and took this picture of the campsite. It was an absolutely perfect day, and I couldn't wait to get out on the Slickrock Trail. I rode down to the trail, did the practice loop, and the began riding the trail in the counter-clockwise direction. I was doing okay, and then I came to a really steep climb that I almost managed to clear. Just as I neared the top, my front wheel came off of the ground, and I flipped over backwards, and landed on my right arm. Luckily, my camelback hit on the rock, and it kept my from tumbling down the hill which would have really messed me up. I continued on, and five minutes later while I was trying to clear another really steep spot, I had a deja vu experience, and flipped over backwards again in exactly the same way as I just had done. Unbelievable! I think that the problem is that my new bike is about half an inch shorter in the wheel base than my old one, and it's got a different center of balance. I sure learned the hard way. This picture of my arm was taken about five days later, and it gives you an idea of how much skin I left on the trail. Bummmmmmer!

My two crashes happened pretty early in the ride, and I still had a long ways to go before I was finished. I decided that two crashes was enough, and I became much more careful. When faced with more super steep climbs, I didn't attack them head on, but instead I approached them from the side to take some of the steepness out of them.

I continued making my way around the trail, and at one point I found myself in a creek bed that did not look familiar. Somehow I managed to lose the trail, so I stopped and backtracked until I found the spot where I lost the trail. The last thing that I wanted was to be lost out on Slickrock Trail while the sun was going down.

The rest of the ride was uneventful, and I finally made my way back to the parking lot, and then back to the campsite. It was a perfect day, with temps in the not too hot 80s.



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