Friday, October 21, 2016

I'm Feeling Lost...

...But for now I'm not going to stress about it.

Off season can be rough for me, it's hard to go from a life of extreme structure, always being on the move and knowing what I should be doing all the time to rest and then unstructured riding. It's also strange for someone who once upon a time was working and racing, so always super busy, to all of the sudden to have so much free time. Add to that some personal emotional struggles (mostly it's getting lots easier and my head is back in a functional place) and I've felt a little like I'm floundering lately. 

What I've learned in the past 4 weeks though is that maybe it's ok to flounder for a while. My life has always been about doing as much as possible all the time, but maybe it's ok to only sub 2-3 days a week, work on the house, go on some adventures and take things day by day. I still start to freak out when I don't feel like I got much done on any given day, but I know this season of life won't last forever so I'm going to try to make the most of it and enjoy it. 

So, for this weeks edition of bad decision rides (on a Thursday because I subbed math on wednesday and loved every minute of it) Carl and I spent the entire day riding all the way across the San Gabriel mountains and back. It's been a vision of Carl's to ride from LA to Wrightwood and back, and since the temps in the valleys were supposed to exceed 100 degrees yesterday we opted for fulfilling that goal over our previously planned north San Diego ride, with the idea that temps would be much cooler at 7,000ft (which they were! I was too cold at some points). Here is an uncropped screenshot of the route... so you can see all the tabs I refuse to close on my laptop :)

And a photo essay of the ride.

We began by climbing hwy 39, which had basically no cars and was nice and shadowy cool at 7:30am. This road takes you from just over 1,000ft to over 6,000ft in one shot, which meant that in the first 2 hours of our ride we only covered about 25 miles, but 1/3 of our total elevation gain. We made a quick stop at Crystal Lake for water, the first of three extra credit spurs which helped wrack up an insane amount of elevation on the day, and thoroughly enjoyed the portion of 39 which was closed to cars.

At the top of 39 we turned right and continued to ascend to 7,900ft at Dawson's pass, and then on to Big Pines (basically Mountain High Ski resort), loosing about 2,000 ft total on the way. This is where we hit our second XC spur of the day to the top of table mountain for lunch. After PB&J and another water refill we rode BACK up to Dawson's pass, which was kinda a huge grind, but the views and the knowledge that every climb after that was less than 1000ft long made it a bit easier. Also it was only about 70 degrees and we only saw maybe 4 cars!

After we summited Dawson's for the second time it was all about rolling ups, super long descents and more scenery. Highlights included this rad double tunnel...

...and a stop at the biker bar at Newcomb's Ranch for cokes. This stop occurred at mile 80, and what I really wanted at this point was a snickers, something about protein when all you are eating is gels, but soda had to do the trick. We figured the next 'store' at Redbox was going to be closed, which it was, so I spent the next 20 miles thinking about what snacks would make the grumbling in my stomach go away.  

A lot of this on the 20 mile stretch to Redbox. So much of this range has burned in the past few years, but it kinda seems like part of the life cycle of the mountains. 

At Redbox we took a right for xc #3 on the day, climbing up to Mt Wilson peak. Honestly I am still shocked we did this. I had figured I would be too tired by this point when Carl suggested it in the morning, but neither of us felt too bad so we grabbed another 1000 ft and some more incredible views. At the top I decided that I HAD to have McDonald's fries and an ice cream when we got back to civilization at the bottom of the LOOOOONNNGGGGG descent in front of us. 

And that's exactly what we did. In La Canada we found the first McDonald's and I devoured a medium fries and soft serve, and it was glorious. At this point we had covered 120 miles, it was about 90 degrees and we had 20 miles to go to get to the car... in heavily trafficked roads with lots of stop lights, kinda the polar opposite of the first 120 miles. 

We managed to make it back to the car in one piece, feeling pretty dang good all things considered. And that's that, a new ceiling found (in terms of combined elevation and distance) and a complete day wasted pedaling a bike just for the love of seeing remote places, pushing the quads up looooonnnng hills and being outside. 

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Post Moab Adventures

Southwest Utah is my current favorite part of the country. I still don't feel like I've traveled enough to have seen all the good corners of the US, but for now I am obsessing with and wanting to return to the Utah desert (this summer I was obsessed with Vermont, and in the past Colorado's Rocky mountains, Montana's Bitterroots and Idaho's Snake River have all captured a place in my heart).

Last Sunday night (well 2 Sunday's ago now) I drove to a Boon docking spot (basically a loop of gravel road where it is ok to camp for free) just east of Capital Reef National Park and spent the night freaking about about the van tipping over from the wind! The wind howled and the van shook and without Brendan there to assure me that all would be fine my heart raced because I was certain that the wind was strong enough to do me in.

Looking down into the Grand Wash from the trail to Cassidy Arch.
Then after about 4 hours of real sleep I woke up, made oatmeal and van coffee with the camp stove, and then set off for first the visitor's center and then Grand Wash for a short hike. I've heard this is the least visited national park in Utah, so I was surprised to see about 20 people hiking in the Grand Wash, and more along the trail to Cassidy Arch. I combined these two small hikes, plus a quick detour to a higher look out to make 10 miles of hiking/running. The wash was impressive (and dry thank God), but the arch was the coolest part of the hike. I had no idea Butch Cassidy was a real person before this trip, and thinking about him hiding out under the arch was pretty cool. The scenery was pretty great the whole hike, lots of red and white rocks, beautiful green shrubs and a flawless blue sky. I found it strange at first when all the other hikers I came across were wearing long pants and jackets, but realized around 10am that I was the weirdo in shorts and a tee shirt because the temps never rose above 50 degrees like I had expected they would.

Cassidy Arch on the left and the Wash from it's floor on the right. 

After the hike there were petroglyphs to check out, U-pick apples to pick and apple pie to devour at the Gifford house. The park is pretty spectacular because it's in what they called a Waterpocket Fold, so even though you are in the desert there is this crazy valley (or fold) full of lush greenery, fruit trees and an old Mormon settlement. I could have spent a week there, hiking all the trails and soaking up the beauty but after I finished inhaling an entire pie to myself because off season and 10 mile hike/run, I jumped back on the hwy to drive up to Salt Lake City to visit Taryn-dactyl. Funny story, Taryn was driving up from Southwestern Utah as well from a weekend of backpacking and looking at Native American ruins, and she ate pie at the Gifford house about half an hour after I was there! We didn't have cell reception or it would have been an awesome rendezvous!

Gifford House. There were all kinds of other historic buildings I didn't take the time to check out... I'll have to come back!
Pie always tastes better after a long ride or hike!
And since I'm so far behind on everything I'm going to press on and include the rest of the trip! 

The purpose of my visit to SLC was two fold, I wanted to see Taryn, and I also wanted to ride my bike in Park City on hero dirt under a canopy of Aspen trees in all their fall glory. Unfortunately riding 318 miles the week before resulted in me coming down with a head cold, so that was less than ideal, but Taryn and I still rode 20 miles in the most perfect Park City wonderland of conditions on Tuesday. There was even snow on the evergreen trees due to a freak Oct snow storm. Between glowing yellow groves of Aspens, we would wind our way through dense dark sections of pines, and in some places the confetti like Aspen leaves on the ground and snowy pine trees were absolutely breath taking. Our ride was the perfect combination of cruising, flying down amazing Park City single track, and stopping to take pictures... until the sun started setting and it dropped below 40 degrees!!! 

Big time bucket list item checked off on this trip: seeing the Aspens during the fall when they are glowing fiery yellow and red! And double bonus was getting caught in a snow storm on Wednesday, when Taryn and I drove up Big Cottonwood Canyon to see Solitude Mountain resort, where the wedding on the year took place this summer (which I missed because of a bike race :( ).  I was dying to ride more on Weds, but feeling more sick each day, so we decided to take it easy... weird, I know. 
One more glorious mountain bike picture.. 
And I capped off the trip with a 7 mile hike at Kanarraville Falls on the way home! This was ANOTHER bucket list item in that I have always wanted to hike in a real slot canyon, and this one was not disappointing! The hike was half on dry trail and then half there was no trail, you just hike though the water in between two vertical walls of rock! It was warmer in Kanarraville than in SLC, but the water was ICE cold and for some reason I thought it was a great idea to hike barefoot once it got to the wet part (I wanted dry shoes for the last 1/4 of the hike). SO basically my feet ACHED the whole time I was in the canyon, but it was still REALLY really cool in there. The hike is right off I-15, so if you are ever driving to Salt Lake this is definitely worth a stop. 

The coolest part was how the narrow canyon glowed red in the morning as the sun streamed through the little opening at the top, it was pretty magical in there. 

Quintessential Kanarraville Falls picture. FYI that metal ladder hurts a lot barefoot in October when it is SUPER cold!

I hiked to here and then turned around. I think the canyon keeps going but I couldn't get up that last ladder barefoot. 

And then I drove home to Silverado to attend a dwarf citrus growing class with Brendan Thursday night! As much as I want to stay in Utah for a month to see all there is to see, I am also excited to be home, to work on the deck and plant the fall garden. There will be time to go back to explore the desert more, and seeing it in small snippets makes it even more exciting to me! 

Thanks for showing me all your fall colors Utah!!!

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Moab Day #3: Gluttony

And on the final day in Moab, because I can't leave well enough alone and just relax a bit, I put the final nail in the I'm getting sick because I'm overdoing it coffin and rode twice. I couldn't just sit around while Nathan and Jeremiah rode Captain Ahab, and then I HAD to squeeze in Slickrock trail because I've never done it!

The second Ahab expedition was Much more enjoyable than the first because we took the advice of some randos I met on Saturday and climbed Hy Masa trail. That in itself was a great trail, never too steep, perfectly ledgy, just enough to make my broken down, sore body hurt just enough. Then Captain Ahab the second time was super fun. My hands suffered a bit, being sore from three days in a row of riding slickrock style ledgy trails. We talked about this on the way up, I had been trying to focus on having light hands and heavy feet, but it was super tough with so many step ups and 1 foot drops everywhere. We decided this was the one type of riding where you don't want to error on the side of light hands, and that it made sense that my hands hurt so much after riding so much Moab tech.

After the boys took off I devoured an avocado, hard boiled egg, and a free yogurt from the hotel breakfast and then drove over to the Slickrock trail parking area. When I got there I sat in the car a while, feeling worn out and debating if this was a smart thing to do. The morning's ride put me at 308 miles for the week, and this was another 10-12 miles (not super long...). BUUUUT I was already kitted up and I'm not often in Moab so the drive to ride it all won out and soon I was pedaling up the pavement to the trail head.

Once i started the 'practice loop' I was sure it was a good idea to have gotten back on my bike! All the other trails we rode had been a combo of dirt and rock, which meant lots and lots of lifting your front wheel to get up obstacles and using upper body strength to ride off drops. Slickrock was a totally different trail experience though. This trail was pretty much ALL on one HUGE (like really really really huge) rock and it was more or less smooth! I could sit and pedal the whole time, which my very tired body needed! It was ridiculously cool how the trail just wound and twisted around the rocks, going up and down their faces. Sometimes it was VERY steep up, or very steep down but the rock was grippy so it was pretty much all rideable. I would see the white dots on the rock that indicated where you should go off in the distance going STRAIGHT UP a rock face and I would get stressed but then when I got there it wasn't that bad.

I did fall over backwards once on a really steep part that I was just a little too tired to produce the power necessary to climb. I don't remember how I landed but ankle hurt a lot and I had to sit there for a minute to shake it off. Now, an entire week later my ankle is still super swollen, so that's less than ideal. BUT it was really really fun and I now agree with all the websites that put Slickrock trail in the top 10 Utah trails of all time.

The only picture I got from the day is above. The rode was scenic, but mostly rock in all directions and I was just moseying along, but trying to keep moving so this 10 mile loop didn't take 3 hours :)

And then, as soon as I got back to the Van the heavens opened up and it rained like crazy for 2 hours. Pretty lucky to have squeezed in one last ride, and the rain was a great incentive to take off the riding clothes and be done with the trail gluttony for the week!

Friday, October 7, 2016

Moab Day #2: ALL THE TRAILS!!!!

On our second day in Moab Brendan, co-workers Nathan and Jeremiah and I drove Van Diesel up to the top of the Mag 7 trail network and rode down a bunch a really cool slickrock, ledgy, turny stuff together.

We linked together Bull Run, Arth's Corner, and Great Escape before Jeremiah and I split from Brendan and Nathan. It was SUPER fun riding with Brendan and half the people attending Outerbike (another shuttle had dropped them off just before we got there). I get a kick out of being out on the trail with a bunch of other bike lovers, hooting and hollering, giggling in the fun parts, and chatting up randos each time we stopped to re-group.

After that Jeremiah and I continued onto Gold Bar Rim, Golden Spike and ended by descending Portal trail. The whole ride took a lot longer than I expected, but the trails and views were spectacular, which I guess is par for the course in Moab. We did get lost a bit and ended up on Rusty Nail for a while, a jeep road with some super gnarly rock situations. It was frusty to have accidentally added some miles and climbing to the already slow progress of the day (sometimes slickrock riding can mean TONS of slow ledgy climbing where you are putting out a lot of watts and not going very far very fast) BUT we got to see a caravan of Jeeps drive through a section of road I had thought was impossible, so that was really really cool.

Without paint on the ground it can be impossible to know where the heck these trails go. 
The theme of the weekend was bright blue sky lined with puffy crisp clouds. I think we were the luckiest kids to have gotten to ride Moab on a weekend with 75 degree days. It also rained while we were there, but never when we were riding (well, except for the hail storm when I was on WE on Fri).
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Gold Bar Rim and Golden Spike trails basically took us along this awesome ledge for an hour. The geology in Moab is pretty mind blowing, I was stoked on views and cliffs the entire day!
To end the ride we descended Portal, which we were told is both the best trail in Moab and also the sketchiest because of the sheer drop off to the Colorado River. There were a few signs that told us to walk our bikes because it's too dangerous to ride (too narrow), but I absolutely LOVED the techy descent, and by this point in the weekend I was fully embracing the 'moab is magic' effect where you can attempt stuff that looks over your head because the rock is so grippy that it almost always works out. I may have also been screeching about how the Decree is the best bike ever each time I rode ridiculously hard, steep, rocky stuff and came out alive with both feet on the pedals. I kinda wished Carl was on my wheel the whole time because I rode some out of control stuff, and Carl would have been pretty stoked!

In the afternoon, after devouring a 1/2 off ham and cheese sandwich and nut butter filled Cliff bar I headed out for round 2, to conquer Captain Ahab. Sometimes when I travel I feel like a MTB project evangelist, spreading the word about how amazing that app is. This was the first time though that the app let me down. I choose to climb Jackson trail, because it looked great on MTBproject and it made a nice loop situation where I would get to hit a bit of Cliffhanger Jeep rd, and then Captain Ahab. Well Jackson trail was kinda awful, partly because it was washed away at the beginning, and partly because it was SOO steep at the end I had to hike with my bike for about a mile. To be honest it was also kinda not ideal because I was pretty freaking tired at this point in the week (by the end of the day I would have ridden 50 miles and the total for the week would by 296 miles). Anyway, being stubborn as I am, I kept putting one foot in front of the other even after I realized it wasn't the ideal way to get to the top of Ahab, and eventually I made it to Ahab.

And then I had to do A TON more climbing, haha. Kidding, but the 300 or so feet of ascent on Ahab were kinda brutal because of how tired I was. The first half of the trail seemed to be all uphill, each time you started to point down the trail would turn violently and send you straight back up the slickrock, in a steep, mean, you have to stand to make it sort of way. BUT Lower Captain Ahab was a freaking blast, flying down long stretches of pure dh on slickrock goodness, where each little up was a smooth rock ladder which you could sail up using the momentum from the previous dh.

It's pretty lucky for Captain Ahab and me that the trail ended in such a fun way because my tired and starving self was very happy at the end. I rolled to the hotel the Felties were staying in with a grin on my face, and very very tired legs.

We ate at a Mexican restaurant with good Yelp reviews but the world's slowest service that night and taco salad never tasted so good. 

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Moab Day #1: The Whole Enchilada Plus Xtra Credit

Since I've never ridden in Moab, my plan for the weekend was to ride as many trails as possible while the boys worked. On Friday this meant taking the shuttle up into the La Sals to ride the Whole Enchilada, a trail that's been on my bucket list for a very long time.

Due to recent rain the shuttle driver wouldn't take us to the usual drop off point on Burro Pass, as he said the mud would cake to our tires and make our day miserable. I decided to pedal up the trail from the drop off point until the caking happened, in order to get more riding in because I was pretty bummed at the prospect of not getting to do the WHOLE Enchilada.
Our drop off point, maybe 2/3 to the top of the WE.
So we go dropped off at the top of Kokopelli trail, and I was immediately in heaven. The first trail I climbed was actually part of Billy Keen, a newish loop trail I heard was built to bypass the kinda boring Kokopelli. BK twisted, dipped and wove through oak trees, which were at first green and yellow, but higher up turned to a glorious bright flaming red. There was a big, moist low cloud making the solo climb feel a little like I was living in a dream, and the trail conditions couldn't have been better. The clay dirt was the perfect combination of tacky yet packed down by all the previous tires that had traversed it since the storm.

Eventually I popped out into a wide open cow pasture and found myself climbing a rad weaving trail with lots of rock pile type jumps built up on the side. This turned into more weaving through trees but this time it was bright yellow aspens, who had shed half their leaves on the trail like confetti. I couldn't help stopping to take pictures every 3 minutes, thinking I would get the picture taking out on the way up so I wouldn't have to stop on the way down (how wrong I was, the views on the way down were incredible in a whole different way). I even went so far as to take my right glove off permanently because unlocking my phone was easier with my bare thumb.
This is what I always knew fall looked like, but have never experienced before this trip. 
Soon I came to a parking lot and then climbed a fire road that was absolutely exploding with color. I completely lost it when I turned back onto singletrack and rode right by a lake surrounded by yellow aspens and dark green fir trees.
This picture doesn't do the scenery justice because the low clouds drowned out the color in the picture. In real life it was an unbelievable sight. 
Then the trail really started to climb... a lot. I passed over a creek a few times, through a bright green mossy area that made me feel like I was in a fairy land, up a hillside next to an incredible scree field (yes Carl, you would have loved it!). Somewhere on the steep part, next to the creek, I ran into two rad dudes who were bike-packing from Durango to Moab. We chatted a bit and they let me know I was close to the top. This whole time I had been using MTBproject to know that I was on the right trail and to understand how much further I had to go. It took much much longer to get to the top than I though it would (prob from all the picture taking), although to be fair I had assumed I would only go as far as conditions were good. About 2 miles from the top I decided to just go all the way, conditions were still good and I figured I couldn't get this close without throwing everything I had at it. It was a little concerning that it took me almost 3 hours and there was still a lot of riding left, but I am incredibly stubborn and couldn't handle the idea of not making it.

I have no idea why this sign is backwards!
So after a good mile of pushing my bike up the final ascent, which was VERY steep, I made it to Burro Pass! And then turned around and rode back down haha. I was pretty pleased with myself for deciding to ignore the shuttle driver's advice, and to commit to climbing to the top both because the trails above our drop off point were so so fantastic, but also because the scenery I got to see as a result of pedaling 2,500 ft was mind blowing. When you live in Orange County any ride with big fir trees and moss on the ground seems like absolute heaven.
Yeah, so I stopped a lot to take pictures on the way down too :) This view was much more vibrant in real life... dang cell phone camera can't handle nature's glory!
The descent was wild fun. I am absolutely certain this is my new favorite trail, like of all the places I've ridden in my life, the Whole Enchilada is my #1 best ride. The 30 mile 'descent' includes everything from steep, loose gnar, to smooth bermed out twisty roller coaster, to jumps and flying fast real dirt trails through wide open meadows, all the way to ledgy  slickrock style, drop heavy tech at the end. And the entire time there was an out of this world view, first in the trees and across valleys to bright yellow aspens, and then over Moab with rock formations and big puffy clouds.
This is the view I couldn't keep my eyes off of, which made me almost crash a lot. How is this place even real? And how is there a mtb trail where I get to see this amazing view!?
I did get lost a few times, my phone wigged out and I couldn't contact Brendan to tell him I was alright despite having been out for 5 hours, and my bike was making some terrible noises because the wet trails at the top, and a brief hail storm combined with super dry, sandy trails below wreaked havoc on my drive train... but it was one of my favorite days on the bike. No intervals, no time limits, amazing riding and endless stunning views.

And I finished the ride right as Brendan wrapped up his Outerbike demo-ing making it the perfect first day in Moab.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Getting My Life Back Together: Redemption Ride and Misc

A few weeks ago on a Wednesday, not long after I got home from NY, Carl and I attempted to do a big road bike loop from Dana Point, through Northern San Diego County and back. I guess when we've planned big rides in the past the idea is to have fun and see pretty places, but for that particular ride my motivation was a little darker, and may have included the desire to feel nothing but physical pain. Part of the healing process for me, perhaps.

The route headed down PCH, inland at Oceanside, out to Couser Canyon, through De Luz and then up the ridiculously steep Los Gatos rd before climbing South Main Divide and finally descending Ortega Hwy. The whole ride would be 150 miles and around 11,500ft ascent.

On that Wednesday, after a night of very little sleep, in a pretty fresh state of emotional turmoil, I didn't make it back to Dana Point. I didn't even really make it to Ortega Hwy, and when I did Carl determined it was unsafe to descend the hwy in the state I was in. Let's just say there was a long period of time where I laid in the road on South Main Divide "napping" because my body was just plain done. Brendan rescued me and I spent the following weeks wondering what could have been.

Well luckily enough for me, Carl's and my brains work a lot alike and this past Wednesday he agreed to re-attempt the ride with me (after a lot of begging to include the Couser climb/descent which he wanted to omit to guarantee we completed the loop).

And this time we turned up in Dana Point after 8.75 hours of pedaling victorious. Some highlights of the day include:

Cruising all the Lilac's (every road in North SD seems to be named Lilac) and soaking in the beautiful SD scenery because this time I felt good still when we left the flat coastal roads and headed inland.

Eating the best peanut butter and honey sandwich on home made bread at the Circle K in Fallbrook at mile 75ish. I didn't even need a coke pick me up in Fallbrook this time, and still felt great.

Enjoying the cruise through De Luz (not really sure why, but this area is kinda magical to me).

Although I still tacked like crazy climbing Los Gatos it was less a matter of mind over matter and more just a part of a bike ride this time. And the mesa/Tenaja were enjoyable. Last time I did some laying in the ground in Tenaja, and this time I had no desire to stop pedaling. I did eat a handful of sour watermelon purchased at the Circle K as my post Gatos reward though.
Climbing South Main with rain in the background. Carl is a pretty great action photag as well as ridiculously fit ride buddy. 
Most importantly I climbed all of South Main divide, only stopping once to fix a flat. I paid homage to the spot where I laid down and cried last time by rolling through the area and turning pedals like it was no big thing. As we climbed we saw rain pummeling the valley we had just been riding through, and Carl hoped for rain.

We stopped at the store at the top of Ortega Hwy and I was super happy to report to the very nice couple who own it that we had repeated the ride and were going to succeed this time! Last time I had limped to the store, spent about 20 minutes sitting in one of their chairs unable to make a complete sentence, and then devoured a whole family size bag of chips, a granola bar, a coke and a gatorade, before Brendan arrived to rescue us. This time I drank a coke, and ate a granola bar and some chocolate while we watched rain drench the hwy we were about to descend. We had gotten rained on at the end of South Main, and I was hoping it would stop before the already sketchy Ortega hwy.

And the part we missed out on last time, the Ortega hwy descent and pedal to Dana Point was as epic as it could get with a double header of driving rain with a searing hot head wind, which turned into just the hot wind when the rain stopped. Carl took the most massive pull when the hwy flattened out and the headwind was the strongest, and despite another flat we were back in civilization and the end of the loop before my back, arms and neck had too much time to get tired.

I've been making some questionable decision lately, fueled by pain, stress from uncertainty about the future, and maybe having a little too much free time on my hands, but this ride was not one of those bad decisions. This ride was really meaningful to me, that we went back to where I failed so miserably and conquered the route kinda felt like a step toward getting my life back together. I am still facing a lot of unknowns and am really torn about what the next few years will hold, but time is healing the hurt and every day, every ride brings me closer to a place of feeling like myself and of putting the past behind me.

AND right after we finished I jumped in Van Diesel, grabbed Brendan and a burrito bigger than my face and we drove just east of Vegas on our way to Outerbike! Brendan and his co-workers wanted to do some 'research' test riding some 2017 bikes from other manufacturers, and I got to tag along on this 'business trip' FINALLY headed out of town to just play bikes, not race them. And that's what we've been up to for the past 3 days. This post is already too long IMO so I'm saving the Moab recaps for tomorrow, BUT I'll end this with some pictures of our ride at Hurricane Rim, which we hit Thursday morning before completing the drive to Moab.

Riding bikes with this kid is pretty great. I thought riding 150 miles on Wednesday would make me ride Brendan speed on Thursday... almost worked :) We found the loop on MTBproject, my favorite app for traveling with bikes, and it was perfect until the very end when the bonking/'shouldn't we be there by now?' set in.

We especially loved that it rained in the morning, forcing us to miss riding the Gooseberry Mesa loop as the road was a soupy mess, but compensating for the inconvenience with tacky perfect dirt! 

And the views were pretty spectacular. I didn't get a good picture of my favorite view because the cell phone couldn't do it justice, but there was a lot of Larissa freaking out over the vivid reds, greens and blues from the dirt, foliage and sky. Southern Utah has a special spot in my heart for sure, how is this state SO so so good?!?

And then we drove and drove and drove, arriving in Moab at 11pm (which feels stupid late to us, another reminder we are getting older). 

Friday, September 23, 2016

Other Thoughts from Brazil

I haven't really thought this through very well, but there are so many other aspects of the trip that I want to record for my own benefit. So, this may be random and scattered and weird, but here goes.

The aspect of the trip that had the largest impact on me was the situation with the course cutting. The whole ordeal was pretty dramatic and seemed so stressful Saturday night, but it worked itself out so beautifully in reality and all that stress seemed so unnecessary at the end of the weekend. More important than the Karma-esque excitement though was the strong impression that was pressed on me by Angelita's behavior, attitude and resolve. I have raced Angelita a few times before, but didn't really know her that well before this past weekend. I knew she was a phenomenal athlete, and a fun/friendly person, but I guess the thing that still makes me stop and feel amazed is the fact that she turned around and full on rode backwards on the wrong trail after missing the turn until she reached the spot where she had deviated from the course, adding 12k to the race and basically guaranteeing she would not win the stage. She was with a HUGE group, most of whom just continued on after realizing they had cut off a portion of the course, and decided to go against what so many others were doing, for the sake of doing the right thing. Even though it would have been easy to have just rode on with the others. It was an honest mistake to miss that turn, and in the end it didn't seem to matter to the officials that distance was cut out of the race by Isabella who also made the wrong turn but DID NOT turn around and go back... I hope in the same situation I would choose the route Angelita choose, even if it meant sacrificing the win, even if it meant spending an extra hour on my bike, and tons of extra climbing. At the end of the day our own integrity is all we really have, no amount of prize money is worth a clear conscience, and as upset as I was that Isabella lied about cutting the course, which meant trying to steal the win from me, I am equally, if not more, impressed by Angelita's honesty and commitment to doing what's right. And on top of that Angelita's persistence and calm presence in the debate over what should be done about the situation on Saturday night were such a great example to me of how to fight for something you care about without letting your emotions get in the way. Basically the outcome of the drama is that I learned a lot about sportsmanship, and professionalism in sport when things don't go your way. I will be forever grateful for the memory of the weekend and everything I witnessed/was a part of.

Another standout aspect of the week in Brazil was the food :) Most importantly the Pao De Queijo which is like little balls of cheesy bread (way more sticky, moist than wheat bread though) made with sour cassava flour that the Brazilians eat at breakfast and with afternoon coffee. I have been smitten ever since my first trip to Brazil last year, and ate as many as I could this trip. I even spent a few hours reading the history of how they were first made to serve to the Portuguese slave owners who wanted coffee and bread in the afternoon in colonial times, but not having wheat, cassava flour (or Mandioca flour) was the only option. I also bought mandioca flour so I could make them at home!
Most meals we ate were served buffet style, which I loved because I like trying a little bit of a lot of different foods, and I discovered that I also LOVE hearts of palm in salads! I also had some incredible chicken, the best sauteed greens and some ridiculously good salads.

Acai, yeah we have it in the US, but it's WAY better in Brazil, something about how concentrated and pure it is there. The Acai there is a lot darker in color, not as sweet, but more flavorful. We ate quite a bit of Acai, and now I'm craving it like crazy.
Coffee... I drank like 8 cups every day at breakfast (they were small cups...) and had some of the most decadent cappuccinos ever including the one pictured below after a double day of riding on Monday (I got carried away after the race and rode my bike AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE). I also love hanging out with Angelita, Luis and Amy because they valued afternoon coffee as much as I do, and would often have more than one cup in the afternoon, making me feel more like a normal person with my caffeine consumption :)

The riding in Belo Horizonte is another thing that blew my mind this year. Last time I was there I only rode once during our time in Belo, but this time Ike took us to three different trail networks FROM HIS SHOP right in the city. The first was a little fire road heavy but had some great descending and views. The next we called the 'jungle party' because it took us into the jungle (which is RIGHT NEXT TO the city) and included tons of rad singletrack, blown out powdery descents, ruts and roots and hike a bikes galore, and a sweet section in a national park that was jaw dropping pretty. The last was a ride in my favorite mtb park, Perdidas. It rained on Monday night so our perdidas ride was beautifully muddy and fast and slippery and awesome! Perdidas has the most perfect hillside benched trails, flow, deep crevasses to ride through, and sweeping views. And all that was a 10 minute pedal from this crazy big sprawling city of sky scrapers with 5 million people. I have some GoPro footage of the rides in the jungle and Perdidas, as soon as I finish editing it I'll post it up here because words can't do the riding in Brazil justice.

And I think that's enough for today. This trip left such a huge impression on me, I don't think I will ever be able to express in words every detail and all the meaning, but I am still oozing appreciation to Ironbiker for giving me the opportunity again.

Have a great weekend!