The guys loved their ride on Amasaback so we were pretty excited too. We awoke to freezing temperatures again. We drove up Kane Creek Road, passing lots of great camping spots just outside of Moab. We even passed a few unique houses built right into the cliff of rock, with one happy hippy guy who looked like the owner, chilling outside. Once we reached the parking lot we realised that it was the day of the Amasaback downhill race. Since it was still early we were fine to start climbing up before the race at 10. The climb, was up a fun slickrock jeep trail, that luckily was jeep free today. We didn't take our down jackets off for quite a while until we were in the sun. The views were amazing and I could see why the guys wanted to come ride it a second time as blasting back down the climb would be really fun, as we all took singletrack down for a loop ride.
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| Slickrock, looking down the trail |
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| More amazing views |
Once we reached the top of the climb we realised, based on the group at the top that was a mismash of cross country looking riders and downhillers, that maybe we all should have gone in the race, especially us girls, we may have won something. Canadians and Rosslanders have a reputation on average of being crazy on the more technical, fast rides in Moab. We really noticed it on Burro Pass when Kari and I blew past everyone on the descent. Anyway another time with our proper downhill pads and all.
We rode all the way out to pothole arch which doesn't look like much from far away, but once there you realise that through the arch there is a little pothole oasis inside. Kari boosted me up and in, and I pulled in her to hang out and have a snack.
After some recharging we were ready for our singletrack downhill on Rockstacker and Jackson. Rockstacker had some difficult sections at the start, and some difficult switchbacks we walked at another part, but other than that it wasn't too hard. The hardest part was that we were expecting a downhill, and it was an up and down across the hill. Riding everyday since arriving in Moab was catching up to us and we were tired. I still liked it with all the little rock drops and rocks on the trail. Right up my alley.
Jackson Trail was great too, more rock drops and smooth faster riding. There were some hairy parts which we would ride no problem under normal circumstances, but with a sheer drop to the Colorado River we walked a few sections. Yikes some of these trails drop to death beside you. Another ride we loved in Moab.
When we arrived back to the condo the guys weren't there, but there was a very special note saying that the afternoon was going to be devoted to our own respective families. After days of flip flopping the kids between groups it was time to spend a little time as a family. We went back to Arches so Trev could check some out. We unfortunately had bad timing and bad light, so it wasn't as spectacular for Trev as it should have been but oh well. He probably didn't care anyway.
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| Lanscape Arch, long and slender, who knows when it will break |
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| Grayson charging up the slickrock in his grippy shoes. He is on fire these days. |
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| All they really wanted to do was climb on the rock, and build cairns, which they called fountains |
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| Man job, teach little boys how to not pee all over their pants |
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| Navajo Arch, walked right through and up and over a crack in the rock to get out |
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| Partition Arch |
