I used to hate to ride Prospector to Church Rocks. I found nothing interesting about the trail. It was slow, sluggish and made me tired without giving anything back. I would pedal to the top of one of the hills only to slowly coast back down. And then repeat. I avoided the trail almost as much as I now avoid Paradise Canyon. It was boring.
There were two things I was determined to do that Sunday. One was to ride a lot of St. George slickrock and the other, at this point, was not to let my being late ruin the whole day. The plan was big and I was a bit worried about there being enough time to squeeze everything in before the sunset at 6.
By Lukas Brinkerhoff This past week I entered my third decade of existence within this fleshy container. A decade I hope to fill with memories of riding and living, much like I have the past two. In line with said conquest, I ventured to a place some of you may have heard of Moab, not […]