So a passel of tribe attendees were headed over to Moab for a
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
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
Thanks for inviting me along for the post-fest-festivities. It was a
darn fine day!
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