We escaped to Flagstaff for the weekend. These little trips become so easy when you do lots of them, things are organized, you know exactly what you need for 2 days camping and biking. Flagstaff was cold and windy when we arrived early Saturday morning. It felt like fall! We set up camp quickly and headed out on the bikes.
What a ride. We rode singletrack for 5 1/2 hours, sweeping through all kinds of scenery: meadows, aspen forest, pine trees, red rock. I was so giddy, I was flying. After 2 1/2 hours, Blair finally made me stop to eat something. I didn’t even feel like I was working. “This is mountain biking,” Blair said.
Sunday we rode from camp, climbing several miles before we started “the climb.” We rode waterline road to Abineau Canyon. The road is surrounded by Wilderness area and offers spectacular views. Every time I went around a corner my heart jumped in awe. Right before the cabins, the road winded through the most amazing forest of aspens. I had never seen anything like it! Fat aspens as far as the eye could see. (I will post some pictures once I get them uploaded). After the cabins, the road became more primitive. There were areas where the whole road was covered by rock slides. The wind also picked up and was blowing me around like crazy. Just as my legs were starting to give in, we made it to the end of the road, Abineau canyon. This was at 10,500′. I think that is a record on my mountain bike. From there, we were able to see the Grand Canyon! What a view!
From there, we had close to 20 miles of downhill. Both Blair and I were riding slow to enjoy the scenery and also to keep from getting too cold (we were freezing by the bottom). This was a fabulous ride. Lots of climbing, but never too steep and jaw-dropping beautiful.
I feel so blessed to have a weekend like that. In so many ways I am blessed.