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05-30-2007, 09:00 PM
Weekend before last, as I was attempting to keep up with my new running pal on the ascent of Black Mountain, she asked me in passing if I wanted to go mountain bike the White Rim with her family and some friends over Memorial Day. I didn’t think much of the offer at the time since I was focused on just making it up the mountain at that moment but called her the next day and accepted.
The best trips are often those that just kind of happen like that.
The plan was to ride the White Rim in 3 days, Sunday through Tuesday. The entire White Rim Road is about 100 miles, give a few more depending upon where you camp along the way. The White Rim is in Canyonlands National Park in southern Utah, on the Colorado Plateau. Red rock, lots of scenery, and a real yee-haw 4-wheelin’ backcountry experience. I recruited my good friend Martha to go with me. We did the Costco run on Friday and headed to Moab on Saturday to do a little riding on Baby Steps and Klondike Bluffs:
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/Martha_BabySteps2.jpg
After a peaceful night out in the middle o’ nowhere (off some side road), we met the group at the National Park. After shuttling vehicles and consolidating everything into 2 trucks, we were off.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/TheRoadDown.jpg
Why 2 trucks? Because we also brought along 5 kids, ages 1 to 5. What an adventure!
The first day we rode about 27 miles to our first campsite at Taylor. The campsite was beautiful, which was good because we were all pretty beat up from riding on the 5 miles of sand to get there.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/CrummyCampsite.jpg
It was hot here (probably about 85), but we created some shade and just hung out. The 2 year old twin boys’ mom brought along squirt guns, which we were all thankful for. Once they learned how to use the guns, we all stayed pretty refreshed.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/CoolingSquad.jpg
I was voted “best toes in camp”.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/BestToes.jpg
The next day we adopted a pretty leisurely pace to our next camp 32 miles farther along at Murphy’s Hogback. We all took turns driving, which means we all took turns singing songs and goofing around with the kids. Along the way we came very close to the Green River and had some fun and easy riding (me ready to jump in).
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/GreenJump.jpg
We got the only flat of the trip this day, but it was one of the trucks, not a bike! After the flat and some more fun easy riding, we had a pretty good climb up to camp, with a final hill that no one rode clean. No matter. We quickly set up camp and eagerly embraced our cold beer. Life is so rough.
The view from this site was spectacular. You could see south to the where the Green and Colorado Rivers collide (though you could not see the actual confluence). We spent a lot of time hiking around, admiring the many blooming flowers, and goofing off. We drank wine. We ate burritos.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/MoreCrummyScenery.jpg
Our last day was the biggest day, 43 miles, with a pretty long climb at the end. But inbetween the drop from Murphys to the Shafer “neck”, we had miles of fun, fast riding all along the white rim, which is a white layer of sandstone that in many places is the “top” of the canyon du jour.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/OffWeRide.jpg
We stopped and ate sandwiches and did yoga on the rim and played around on Musselman Arch for a bit.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/MM_arch.jpg
The climb out was long but not too brutal. It was granny gear zen riding. View from the top AFTER the climb:
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/ShaferNeck.jpg
Along the climb we saw a little vehicle that had no business in the canyon broken down because it lost its oil pan (duh!), some beautiful BMW enduro motorcycles, and a few other mountain bikers coming down. At the very top we were greeted with a mighty headwind and a grand total of 102 miles. We were all tired and dirty but happy. It was a great group, all compatible riders. A fine trip indeed! When's the next one??? :D
The best trips are often those that just kind of happen like that.
The plan was to ride the White Rim in 3 days, Sunday through Tuesday. The entire White Rim Road is about 100 miles, give a few more depending upon where you camp along the way. The White Rim is in Canyonlands National Park in southern Utah, on the Colorado Plateau. Red rock, lots of scenery, and a real yee-haw 4-wheelin’ backcountry experience. I recruited my good friend Martha to go with me. We did the Costco run on Friday and headed to Moab on Saturday to do a little riding on Baby Steps and Klondike Bluffs:
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/Martha_BabySteps2.jpg
After a peaceful night out in the middle o’ nowhere (off some side road), we met the group at the National Park. After shuttling vehicles and consolidating everything into 2 trucks, we were off.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/TheRoadDown.jpg
Why 2 trucks? Because we also brought along 5 kids, ages 1 to 5. What an adventure!
The first day we rode about 27 miles to our first campsite at Taylor. The campsite was beautiful, which was good because we were all pretty beat up from riding on the 5 miles of sand to get there.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/CrummyCampsite.jpg
It was hot here (probably about 85), but we created some shade and just hung out. The 2 year old twin boys’ mom brought along squirt guns, which we were all thankful for. Once they learned how to use the guns, we all stayed pretty refreshed.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/CoolingSquad.jpg
I was voted “best toes in camp”.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/BestToes.jpg
The next day we adopted a pretty leisurely pace to our next camp 32 miles farther along at Murphy’s Hogback. We all took turns driving, which means we all took turns singing songs and goofing around with the kids. Along the way we came very close to the Green River and had some fun and easy riding (me ready to jump in).
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/GreenJump.jpg
We got the only flat of the trip this day, but it was one of the trucks, not a bike! After the flat and some more fun easy riding, we had a pretty good climb up to camp, with a final hill that no one rode clean. No matter. We quickly set up camp and eagerly embraced our cold beer. Life is so rough.
The view from this site was spectacular. You could see south to the where the Green and Colorado Rivers collide (though you could not see the actual confluence). We spent a lot of time hiking around, admiring the many blooming flowers, and goofing off. We drank wine. We ate burritos.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/MoreCrummyScenery.jpg
Our last day was the biggest day, 43 miles, with a pretty long climb at the end. But inbetween the drop from Murphys to the Shafer “neck”, we had miles of fun, fast riding all along the white rim, which is a white layer of sandstone that in many places is the “top” of the canyon du jour.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/OffWeRide.jpg
We stopped and ate sandwiches and did yoga on the rim and played around on Musselman Arch for a bit.
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/MM_arch.jpg
The climb out was long but not too brutal. It was granny gear zen riding. View from the top AFTER the climb:
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Rides/White%20Rim/ShaferNeck.jpg
Along the climb we saw a little vehicle that had no business in the canyon broken down because it lost its oil pan (duh!), some beautiful BMW enduro motorcycles, and a few other mountain bikers coming down. At the very top we were greeted with a mighty headwind and a grand total of 102 miles. We were all tired and dirty but happy. It was a great group, all compatible riders. A fine trip indeed! When's the next one??? :D