September 2, 2013
Location = Slickrock Trail - Moab, Utah Distance = 10.92 Time = 2:16:58 Ave. Speed = 4.7 Max. Speed = 18.2 Monthly Dist. = 42.59 Yearly Dist. = 833.49
This was my last day in Moab and it was time for me to try the Slickrock Trail again, this time in the clockwise direction. I ate a hot breakfast of chicken soup and ramen, packed up my camp and drove down to the trailhead.
It was about 8:30 in the morning and it was already starting to get hot. My goal was to ride the trail as best I could and with the least amount of suffering. I started out nice and easy and tried to make the climbs without totally exausting myself. I quickly caught up to three guys who obviously did not have what it takes to be on this trail. They were walking really easy climbs that they should have been able to ride. It seemed to me that they were going to have a very difficult time out there. The best of the three had a go-pro camera on his helmet and he was in front of me as we approached the first really difficult but short, little climb. He took about three turns to his pedals and then gave up and came back down to try again. He saw me approaching and he said, "Show us how it's down." I said that, "I will try," and then proceeded up the steep grade like a spider. I heard him get back on his bike to try again, and then I heard, "No way!" At least he tried. In my mind I wished those guys good luck, and then I never saw them again.
I continued my way around the trail and much to my surprise, I was climbing everything. I wasn't going fast, but I was working hard and I was crawling my way up the rocks. I was exacting my revenge on that trail that only two days ago had kicked my ass. Today, it was my turn to do the ass kicking. It was immensely fun. Near the end of the main trail loop there is an extremely steep section that was downhill in my direction, and uphill for the other direction. There was a guy at the bottom getting ready to give it a try so I slowed down and gave him room. As we passed I could hear him launch into a mighty effort to try and make it, and I called out to him, "You got it!" Then I heard him crash and I said, "You don't got it." I stopped to make sure he was all right, and he said he was, so I continued along my way. I made it all the way around the main trail and did the practice loop in the reverse direction. There were people strewn about the practice loop with varying expressions of pain on their faces. I knew exactly how they felt.
Out on the main trail they have a zip line set up that is on private property. There was a group of people out there that were doing it and it looked like a lot of fun. The section that I was watching looked to be at 500 feet long, and maybe more. A couple ladies even went tandem and zipped down the line together. Very cool.
I felt elated when I finally made it back to the parking lot. Two days earlier I was in serious doubt about my ability to handle the trail, but now I had renewed fath that I still have what it takes.
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