Fruita

Much of the Colorado we’ve explored thus far has been within the lush evergreen forests of the Rockies.  The sweet smells and cooling canopies find root in every great slope and rocky pass.  Sporadically but in great numbers, swords of golden aspen cut through those immense blankets of green.

Though they look much like the birch trees I know from Ontario, the aspen’s eye-shaped knots watch your every move. Leaves scattered upon the ground provide a mirror image of those that dangle aloft.  Gold above and below, ribs of white floor to ceiling; the intensity of the cloudless sky vibrates in contrast.

Riding high in the mountains is a remarkable place to be.  Looking to the horizon you see the world divided in two complimentary entities; sky and land, each unending, together infinite.  It is both humbling yet empowering.

Sunday morning, Reilly, Bevin and I continued our mountain-bike road trip alone, heading to the desert trails of Fruita.  Yup, the desert.  While I typically think of Colorado as a forested, alpine state, at lower altitudes it is also a desert environment.  It felt wonderful to be back in the desert, back home in familiar surroundings.    The land certainly has more water available than Terlingua, but there were sections we’d ride over the next two days that were reminiscent of riding in the Big Bend State Park.  I was home.

By the time we arrived and put up camp, we knew we’d have just enough time for a ride before the sun had set.  Getting our bikes and kit together, I chose to wear my Moots Owner’s Club jersey.  Moments later, what should drive past our camp site but a white Sprinter van with great big baby blue letters emblazoned across it’s side; MOOTS.  “Reilly, did you see that?!”  We jumped on our bikes and took off down the road to get our pictures taken in front of the van on our Moots bicycles.  Ya ya, bike geeks, we know.

Meeting Cathy and Glenn, we chatted bicycles, mountain-biking and our current adventures.  I also learned the reason why my Moots jersey has “The Moots Congregation” written on the back.  Apparently, a group of alligators[the Moots logo is an alligator riding a bicycle] is called a congregation.  Cool.

Back on our bikes and joined by Bevin, we set out for a brisk 75min ride on the Zippidity Do Dah Trail in the North Fruita Desert.

Say no more.

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Lunch on the road.
Most uninformative Visitor’s Centre I’ve ever come across.
We’re going to ride around that mountain tomorrow, the Book Cliffs.
MOOTS!
Bevin, my friend, welcome to the desert.
Home.
“Clean your gun.”