Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Durango

We had noble intentions of being cheap and sticking around Moab this weekend, but man.... it's hot.  This has been a brutal summer so far and the draw of a cool mountain town was impossible to resist.  So we loaded up the bikes and drove east to Durango, CO.  I'd never been before, but all accounts sounded promising -- a snazzy mining town that evolved into an outdoor recreation mecca with loads of trails and breweries.  Hells yeah!

On the drive out, we saw a forest fire near Mancos.  This year has been really hot, dry, and windy -- Utah and Colorado are giant tinderboxes.  We watched a helicopter collect water and drop it on the flames as they climbed up the mountain.  Yikes.

Forest fire near Mancos, CO

We eventually made it to Durango and started putzing around the historic downtown.  Durango has a lot of Victorian-era brick hotels and saloons that have been turned into shops and restaurants.  The Animas River runs through town, and college kids were floating in tubes down the whitewater.  We also scoped out the Durango/Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad, which snakes up the mountains on steam-powered trains.  Our aimless wandering turned into an epic pub crawl, so we grabbed a hotel and crashed for the night.

Strater Hotel in historic downtown Durango

The next morning we were decidedly more ambitious.  We stopped by a bike shop for trail recommendations, then drove up to the Colorado Trail.  The ride started out easy and pretty as we scooted along a clear mountain stream lined by pine trees.  Then we started climbing.  And climbing.  The mountain bikers bombing downhill assured us it was worth it, but I'm not gonna lie -- I wasn't loving it.  We finally made it up to the top and had some sweeping views of tree-lined slopes and distant peaks.  Nice.

Riding along the Colorado Trail.

My trusty steed.

Made it!



Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Fruita Mountain Biking + Palisade Wine Tour

This weekend was a bike extravaganza!  Jordan and I hopped over the Colorado boarder to ride the fun, flowy mountain bike trails around Fruita.  The next day, we biked around the wineries and orchards of Palisade.

At first glance, the area around Grand Junction seems like a bland, utilitarian cow town.  Typically when I go to the Junc, it's to stock up on Colorado beer or catch a flight.  But the more time I spend in the area, the more I appreciate Junction.  It's right next to Colorado National Monument and the Book Cliffs.  It has a handful of snazzy restaurants and breweries in its revitalized downtown.  There's a couple nice museums (animatronic dinosaurs, anyone?) and a pretty botanical garden.  I was already leaning towards becoming a Junction fan, and these last couple days totally sealed the deal.  Grand Junction is neat -- I'm officially converted!

PBR (Pumps, Bumps, and Rollers)

collared lizard
On our first day out, we rode the mountain bike trails just outside Fruita.  Fruita trails sometimes get overshadowed by Moab, but they're starting to get attention as some of the best single-track mountain bike trails in the United States.  (Seriously!)  We camped and road in the 18 Road / Book Cliffs area, which is fun and flowy.  I rode the Kessel Run, Prime Cut, PBR, and Joe's Ridge.  I've never ridden on soft volcanic soil like this, and it was a nice change from Moab's rocky steps.

Joe's Ridge
Free campground in the middle of all the trails.

The next day, we drove 24 miles east of Fruita to the town of Palisade.  Palisade is home to some of Colorado's best vineyards.  Family farms, hot summers, and volcanic soil combine to produce some bold, tasty wines.  The area is beautiful, too -- rows of grapes and peaches are surrounded by the imposing grey Book Cliffs.  We rode our bikes to a couple wineries, a meadery, and a distillery.  Most of them were open for tasting, so by the end of the trip, we were feeling goooood!


Thursday, May 31, 2012

Registered for the Moab Half Marathon

Aw hey!  Jordan and I officially signed up for the Moab Half Marathon.  I'm pretty excited.  I've run two halfies in the past, and they've always been really rewarding.  Don't get me wrong -- I don't especially enjoy running and it's not something that comes naturally for me.  I don't shoot for any particular time or pace, I just try to run and finish the entire race.  Still, I enjoy the training and and I'm more diligent about working out when I have a solid goal.  This spring I've been biking for cardio, which I love, but there's something about running that makes you dig deeper.  I've been on a couple jogs so far, and my muscles feel like they're waking up.  This is going to be good.  :)


The course is just outside Moab along Highway 128 and the Colorado River.  Beautiful.  The race isn't until October 21, so we have lots of time to build a solid base and train carefully.  The only wildcard is my slightly gimpy knee from an old Appalachian Trail injury, but I think if I pay attention to my body and slowly build my miles it'll behave.  Sweet!


Photo credit:  http://www.moabhalfmarathon.org/otherhalf/index.cfm

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Black Canyon of the Gunnison

My quads are a sore, twitchy mess right now.  That can only mean one thing -- a baller weekend!  Jordan and I explored the deep, dark depths of Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park.  I've been to the park once before and done the "windshield tour," but now it was time to do it justice and hike all the way in!

Black Canyon of the Gunnison

We started off the weekend with Sunday's solar eclipse.  The park Visitor Center handed out eclipse glasses, and about 100 people stood at the main overlook to watch the moon pass across the sun.  Loads of astronomy nerds were lined up with their telescopes -- some showed so much detail that you could see solar flares shining off the edge of the sun.  Epic geek-out! 


monster telescopes

Eclipse!

That night, we camped on the canyon rim in one of the pretty drive-up sites.  The whole campground was surrounded by fluffy white serviceberry flowers.

Camping on the rim.


The next morning, we made our battle plan.  First, we grabbed a backcountry wilderness permit at the Visitor Center.  The permits are free and available on a first-come, first-served basis.  They're required for anyone heading into the canyon for day hikes, backpacking, kayaking, or rock climbing.  Basically, the Park Service wants to know who's in the canyon and that they made it out safely.

We spent a good hunk of the afternoon driving to all the overlooks and sizing up the canyon.  Yup ... it's huge.  The Black Canyon is composed of dark Precambrian rock which existed before multi-celluar life evolved!  Molten rock squeezed into cracks in the black rock, leaving behind giant stripes of pinkish granite.  This rock is also extremely hard and doesn't erode away easily, which explains its steepness.

Warner Point

Rocks older than multicellular life!

Finally, it was time to head down in!  There aren't any real trails down to the Gunnison River, but there are six unmaintained, unmarked routes.  These routes are seriously steep, loose, and rocky.  We took the Gunnison Route, which drops 1,800 ft in one mile!  That's steeper than any Colorado fourteen-er.  You start at the Oak Flat Trail near the Visitor Center and hike down the first few switchbacks. You'll come to a sign that says "River Access, Permit Required." From there, the route gets much steeper, including an 80-foot chain about one-third of the way down.  With fully loaded backpacks, it took us about three hours to make it to the bottom -- lots of shaky quads and crumpled toenails.

But the river was worth it.  When we reached level ground, we were surrounded by the sound of the Gunnison River echoing off steep canyon walls.  We had the entire place to ourselves, so we set up camp and wandered around the lush green grass and black sand.  There isn't much hiking to do at the bottom because the cliff walls sock you in and the river runs too fast and cold to cross safely.  But it's a fantastic place to read, take a nap, or fish for trout.  There were a few nice campsites, pulleys for bear bags, and a pit toilet.


Made it to the bottom!

Of course, there was the climb back up the next morning.  But you know ... it wasn't that bad.  It only took us two hours to climb out.  I'd much rather go up something steep than down it.  I think it's better to fight gravity than negotiate a shaky compromise.  By the time we hauled our sweaty asses back to the canyon rim, I felt accomplished and satisfied.  I understand the Black Canyon much better now.  It's not just a pretty postcard -- its depth and steepness are impressive in a physical way.  My legs are definitely sore and I'll be hobbling around for a couple days, but it was definitely worth it.  Great trip.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Dead Horse Point State Park

This was a pretty low-key weekend.  Jordan's buddy, Nathan, was on leave from Afghanistan so he came out to visit.  We took him up to Dead Horse Point State Park to show him where Jordan works and hike the Rim Trail.


 
The Rim Trail takes you along the perimeter of the park mesa, 2,000 feet above the Colorado River.  The entire hike is one killer view after another -- you're overlooking Canyonlands, the LaSal Mountains, and a gooseneck of the Colorado River.  The hike is 5 miles long and fairly flat and easy.  Great bang for your buck!

Map credit:  http://stateparks.utah.gov/parks/dead-horse


There are loads of other great things to do at Dead Horse Point.  I still haven't ridden their new mountain bike trail, but it's definitely on the short list.  It's one of the few mountain bike trails near Moab that's geared towards families and beginners.  The park also has lots of interpretive programs, an art gallery, and the Pony Expresso Coffee Shop.  Nice!


Intestine Man Rock Art on the drive up to DHP


Pronghorn fawn!

We've had some great critter adventures in the park this year!   This afternoon, a guy on his motorcycle drove up to the Visitor Center and told us there was a baby pronghorn on the side of the road.  Our campground host, Diana, and I followed him to the spot and saw this little guy on the shoulder.



We didn't want him to become roadkill, so we decided to move him off the road and onto the desert behind a bunch of joint fir.  Momma pronghorn was watching us from a distance, so she saw where we placed him.  I hope he survives!  He seemed a little parched and didn't put up much of a fight when I picked him up, but I could feel a strong heartbeat and he let out a couple healthy bleats.

Fingers crossed!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Camel Toe Rappel

Hehe.  We just got back from a short hike/rappel route called Camel Toe.  It was an easy, pretty hike with a 50-foot rappel into a leafy canyon.  It had lots of cliff rose, a waist-deep pool, red-spotted toads, and the namesake Camel Toe rock.  We went out with a group of 6 people, and Jake was our fearless leader.  Jordan and I have both done a fair amount of rappelling, but it's always nice to have a paramedic who works for Grand County Search and Rescue tying the knots.  :)  Jake is a really thorough guy who shows us some great rappelling routes, and Camel Toe was no exception.  I'll leave the route description and gear requirements to the experts... check out Climb-Utah.com.

Heading towards the infamous Camel Toe!


Laura and Chaka



cliff rose

Jake
red-spotted toad

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