From Idaho and Wyoming, I headed south. Towards the Utahn cities of Park and Salt Lake.
I set up camp outside of Park City and set about for several days of work, work, work. Shop visits, demos. The whole shebang.
There was a nameless creek right aft of my tent, but since Grendel enjoyed wallerin' about in it so much, I now think of it as Grendel's Crick.
And just beyond Grendel's Crick was a lovely network of trails, including a handful of downhill only trails with some fun features.
As fun as the trails were to ride, Mother Nature showed up with a trump card. A spectacular storm rolled by.
Words fail me here.
hozho
