MOAB
Making Adventure Great Again
For this three-ring circus, I recruited my good friends and fellow clowns Eric Moore, Dave Champagne, and Chris "The Lurch" Conte. More on that nickname later. Ridiculously self-named the Four Horsemen, this band of brothers was in search of adventure, but not relegating said adventure to just mountain biking. The portfolio was diversified by also including some hiking and off-roading in two different National Parks.
Eric thought he was cooler than the rest of the group and flew Southwest, while us "troglodytes" (his word) flew into Salt Lake City on Delta. We grabbed a Dodge RAM pickup and hit the road stopping at Bohemian Brewery in Midvale for mid-day libations and sustenance. The remaining four-plus hour drive was relatively uneventful.
Once in MOAB, we could smell the adventure emanating from every direction. The streets were saturated with Sprinter Vans, jacked-up jeeps, side-by-sides all piloted by folks from around the globe. I'm not going to lie, I felt a bit of a tingle taking it all in.
After checking into the Air BnB and carb-loading at a joint called Pasta Jay's, we planned our first adventure on the mountain bikes, while simultaneously observing the remnants of two recent flash floods that hit the area pretty hard. As one barista told me later in the trip, the storms in August were called "the one-hundred-year storm" due to the devastation that had not been seen in quite some time. She recalled, "it was a weird summer where the temps were not nearly as hot as usual, there was a ton of rain, and the humidity was as high as seventy percent." "Now people panic when the forecast calls for rain."
After my compatriots repeatedly lit up the two bathrooms, we caffeinated at the Horsethief coffee shop before picking up our bike rentals at the Poison Spider.
Not even five minutes into the ride, Eric decides to tip over onto some rocks taking me down with him. My fault for being too close...
Erics' curtain call came about a mile or so later when he was coming in too hot and didn't realize how good Shimano Hydraulic brakes actually work. Like a scene from the Matrix, I watched him slowly flip over the handlebars and eat s**t, but in a very graceful way. I honestly couldn't have done it better if I tried. Thankfully that was the only carnage that occurred on this predominantly green and blue trail voyage.
Trails that stood out were Bar Rim, Zephyr (which took us into Arches NP), Sidewinder, and Topspin. Dave and I were the last ones standing as I bullied him into riding the black diamond trail Deadman's Ridge. This was pretty spicy as it served up some techy climbs along with moderate exposure. The views, however of Arches and the La Sal Mountain Range were indeed worth the struggle. No one died! After returning the bikes we celebrated with Mexican Cokes (not the powdered kind), Tecate, margaritas, and the largest burritos we have ever seen. It was another early night going horizontal around 9pm.
Thursday was certainly a banner day. I woke up early to fit in a run before the rest of the tribe woke from their beauty sleep. I found a five-mile out and back along the Colorado River that was truly gorgeous.
Speaking of gem, Saturdays weather proved to be spectacular much like the entire week had been. The small fly in the ointment were the gale force winds in the afternoon that were gracious enough to pelt our faces and give our teeth a nice gritty coating. The four of us are still emptying that same sand out of our packs to this day. The Four Horsemens mission was to complete the Devils Garden hike which included eight arches as well as a religiously named obelisk-like structure at the terminus.
Shortly after checking off the first two arches, Tunnel and Pine Tree, we came upon an arch that initially was camouflaged, Landscape Arch. Much like Delicate Arch, this archs' time appears short.
The Fabulous Five unanimously agreed to return to the trailhead via the Primitive Trail. Cue in those winds again and you have a scene straight out of Star Wars on the planet Tatooine. The Jawa and or Sand People were going to ambush us at any moment as we ventured further and further out. About an hour later we made our triumphant return.
After our obligatory National Parks Passport stamp, Chris had an interesting encounter with one of the employees at the Visitor Center. Due to his physical height and perceived creepiness (hence the name Lurch) she asked him to escort her "across the hall" to an undisclosed location. Not knowing whether that was an insult or a compliment, coupled with her emotional instability, Chris decided that that was not an adventure he was willing to embark on. Erics take was that he didn't want to end up in a bathroom stall starring in an episode on bumfights.com. And no I did not verify if that was in fact a real website.
Later that evening, our Southern Belle from the Bluegrass State accompanied us for a drink. She was gracious enough to buy us a round as a way to say thanks for the days adventure. Thank YOU Leszlie, it was truly an honor and a pleasure!
It was finally time to head home. As we packed up our gear, Dave called the Air BnB owner to inform him that he broke the key in the front door lock, because someone was a little aggressive. On the return to Salt Lake we were subtly reminded of the season that lays ahead. A different type of adventure was on it's way.
This trip was one I will look back at fondly. The laughter, shaming tactics, onslaught of bodily functions, insulting music choices, and everything in between helped round out this adventure. I used the word adventure several times in this article, because it truly was just that. Life is an adventure and "you just don't know what is out there unless you go explore."
Until next time my fellow Racer-X'ers...
Keep It Classy and Keep It Real,
Jason (J-Bone) Fitzgerald
