The Perfect Weekend

Five of my best friends and I went to Moab for a weekend of camping and mountain biking. We arrived just before dark on Friday night and found that most of the camp sites were full with spring breakers. Not wanting to waste time searching we stayed at a friend’s house and jammed on his array of musical instruments. Much respect to those who can play and sound good because we did not. In the morning we started what was the best day of mountain biking I can remember. I’m not sure the names of all the trails but after five hours we ended on one called the Portal Trail. It’s a trail that drops you down the side of a sheer cliff. Some sections are only about three feet wide. It’s hard to explain the feeling you get when one side there’s a 200 foot cliff straight up and on the other is a 1200 foot drop into the Colorado River. It’s not a steep hill either, it’s a sheer cliff. If you slip, you’re dead. Nick and I walked the bad parts talking about how we had nothing to prove and how much our loved ones meant to us. You know it’s bad when they have warning signs saying that three people have died on it already. When we reached the bottom there was a cooler of cold ones waiting for us and we found a sweet camping spot away from everyone else. The next day we rode another shorter loop that rattled my bones but was still great. We didn’t see another mountain biker all day. Sometimes it pays to know a few locals.