So a passel of tribe attendees were headed over to Moab for a few days of riding after the gathering. I figgered it would be rude not to join them so Grendel and I pointed west and staged up what could be a perfect Moab Day:
We took the first shuttle out of Poison Spider and had us some Koko Down/Porky's satisfaction.
More blooms were to be seen here behind the Zion Curtain.
This one sort of sums up the whole reason why I go mountain biking:
More Leeeeeezards too:
Rollin' down the last few miles of singletrack. It went much better than the last time I was riding that, a few weeks ago right after I opened up me elbow.
So how to cap off a perfect ride?
Head up Mill Creek for a swim. There were dogs. There were beers. A good Moab day indeed.
If there were a Zoo exhibit on Laborador Retrievers, it might look like this:
Thanks for inviting me along for the post-fest-festivities. It was a darn fine day!
