Finally home from the land of uranium mine tailings and technical single track riding. My body took a pounding on those tracks, and then more so on the 43-hour homeward journey.
Was it all we expected? I’d say yes and much more so. We rode a lot, even though booger-on-the-finger late spring ice prevented us from riding some of the more famous trails like Porcupine Rim, Slickrock though Amasa Back certainly showed us a thing or two about high-end free-range riding.
The place we stayed had a lot to do with making it a great holiday; Pack Creek Ranch is a special place, with a compelling history, and offered comforts and luxuries far removed from the “cheapest rooms in town” motels we would otherwise have been forced to consider. American motels are just about as sick as the muck that passes for food at places like Wendy’s and MickeyD’s.
Which doesn’t mean we didn’t eat cheeseburgers. In fact we did just about every day at a different diner, places like Milt’s with its organic burger patties, La Hacienda with chili con carne sauce and onions, or Moab Brewery for the biggest burgers in town and very fine home-brewed draught beers.
As an all-round holiday it ranks up there with the very best – comparable say to the dhow sailing and diving holiday I did in Madagascar two years back. In good time we’ll get a video produced on the ride, and if the powers that be at Ride mag accept my story, you can read more about it there (I’ll let you know if and when).
Mike said he thought he’d like to live in Moab, and that his and his wife Jo’s old hippie instincts would fit in just fine (although he did take to shouting “redneck” at some of the larger trucks that pass for bakkies round there). Don’s big disappointment was not seeing a rattler on the trip. “Still too cold,” the wise man in The Trading Post store told us.
Would I go again? I’d say yes, but then again there are so many places to go, so many trails to ride (think Whistler). I believe the thing you have to do is grab each opportunity as it comes and wring the heck out of it, and I reckon we did that. Just ask my aching leg and my sore ribs.
Stay cool, ride easy and catch the joy as it flies