Remember when you were a kid and you would be carted off to visit
grandparents and you would feel like you were being transported
backwards in time? Whisked out of the relatively cosmopolitan feel of
the 1970s, (for example) to the museum like quality of your
Grandparent's crib, where the '50's, '40's or even '30's are preserved
with a docent's eye for detail.
That's how it felt yesterday when we got out of the car up at Golden
Gate Canyon State Park and immediately began rummaging around for more
layers. The sudden appearance of summer here in the front range made us
lower our defenses a bit. We were subject to ambush. Heck, even some of
the aspens hadn't yet leafed out. Luckily the sun came out to play and
we set off to x us some c.
There area wealth of trails out here. I usually do a big loop clockwise
which allows you to hit almost every option. The elevations wander from
8400 to 9500 and never stay in one place for very long. And the terrain
is constantly changing as well. Smooth "rolling thorugh meadows"
singletrack. Rocky descents. slow speed technical stuff. Now here's the
weird part, ready?
Maybe because it is pay to play. But on a perfect Sunday we saw exactly
one other rider.
We headed out onto the trails and layers were quickly shed.
About a third of the way into things, we arrived at Panorama Point.
Lovely views of the continental divide.
A cookie break, and then it was back to work.
And of course, there is the payoff.
Sweet delicious payoff.
Copyright Estate of Anthony Vail Sloan 2009