Friday, October 29, 2010

More Fire..

Image courtesy of Boulder Daily Camera

A fire broke out in Boulder Canyon this morning near the Elephant Buttress and it's off to the races, with a similar trajectory as the 4 Mile Canyon Fire. I only hope they can get this one down quickly and no homes are lost and hearts broken. It's a very strange thing, I'm a bit traumatized after the last fire, I'm pretty freaked out by fire at this point and we can't get a break this fall. We'll see how this one goes. Wish us luck here in Boulder. I wonder who or what started this one since there IS a FIRE BAN in place.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Hucking our Meat

"Cloud Rest"

Craig and left Thursday afternoon for some time away, out in the desert, disconnecting as much as possible, soaking in the distance and sage deeply. Our trip was full of all kinds of unstable weather conditions, rain, wind, snow, snain, sun, lighting storms on slickrock. We took the long way to Moab, Utah via Durango and Cortez, Colorado so we could ride at Phil's World on Friday which we were shut out of this past March due to snow and mud. When we got there it was raining, it didn't look good so we went to the bike shop in town and looked around a bit and decided that we would drive to the TH and at least check things out for ourselves. When we did we found what was mostly super hero dirt, Sweet!

Craig enjoying some super hero dirt. This place rides like a roller coaster of delight.

Little side canyon out in Phil's.

Water Resting upon Rock

After our fun ride in Cortez we headed north and west to Moab where we were to meet up with friends Jimijames and Sam Friday night. We drove into Moab, had dinner at Eddie McStiff's where I proceeded to have some really awful GF, DF pizza, Pizza Failure's are really difficult for me! After that we headed out to our normal camping area at Behind the Rocks and it started to rain again. Low and behold in the last year camping has been closed at Behind the Rocks two miles in all directions from the entrance. WHAT!! One of the last closer in free camping areas closed, oh Moab what's becoming of you and your free spirited Edward Abbey/Monkey Wrenching days? Wait, don't answer that. We spent the next 2 hours driving around in the rain looking for a spot to camp and meet the guys. We finally caved and drove up to Slick Rock and found a spot in the FULL and overflowing campground amongst the RV's, Rock Crawlers and Mega Family Tents, we had no choice at this point. There's something about formal campgrounds that make me itchy and nervous, I like my space I guess but in the end it worked out fine, even with the $10.00 a night fee (groan).

Enjoying some Sunshine before heading down Rockstacker!! All goofified and ready to roll and drop and skip through some chunky chunder!

Saturday morning all 4 of us got up to SUNSHINE! Stoked for a day of rowdy trail riding, we headed up Amasa Back and then down Rockstacker and Jackson, two BAMFing trails. Some of the best technical riding out there, and you lose literally 99% of the people as soon as you drop into Rockstacker. Bye, bye people, hello chunkdrophuckfest! The whole route is signed now with maps, it's not the obscure ride it once was but it's still a test piece and I felt good that day. Everyone was riding really well with big smiles the whole way. The day's theme was "Huck Your Meat", I really like hanging out with boys, they're so much fun, girls are too really and truly but my boys are fun in a nasty, gnarly and different way.

BAMF's getting ready to head down.

Colorado Riverness..

BAMF Sam! Sam is a VERY good rider, confident, smooth and unassuming. He's also young and his body doesn't hurt him after a ride. I really like riding with Sam because I feel like he pushes me to try and do more, I learn from watching him and he kindly fixes things on my bike without me having to ask. I saw Sam ride up to drops and gaps and just huck his meat with pure flow and ease, he is a creative rider, it's kinda inspiring and it's all with a smile and encouraging words.

Getting towards the bottom of Jackson, it's such a great trail and I cleared a couple of chucky things I didn't last year on my first attempt.
Saturday night was wild and distorted in many ways, we headed back to camp and stuffed our bellies. There was an amazing lighting storm without rain for like an hour, it was a masterpiece really set against slickrock, like nothing I've seen in all the years I've been going to the desert. I slept deep and hard that night.

Sunday we were scheduled to head up to Hazard and ride down UPS, LPS and RPS however due to recent snowfall noone was shuttling up that high. However due to some local magik we found a friend of a friend with a dualie who was willing to take us all the way up. We swerved around cows and hunters as we headed up into the La Sals finally deposited in fresh snow at the Hazard TH. We had the place to ourselves.

Winter is here...

Getting set to head down Hazard, laying down first tracks. It was cold and the sun wasn't creeping out behind the clouds yet.

Get on your bike BAMF!

I was moving a bit slower this day, third day of riding and 2nd big ride that feels like you're doing pushups the whole way. The thing is with Hazard, UPS, LPS and RPS is you can't hold yourself back from going as fast as you can or hucking everything in your path. By the end of the day you're wasted on so many levels and you want to do it all over again, if you could, it's that much fun and there is enough out there to test your skills. Each year I ride these trails and each year it's a little different, I always seem to progress in one area or another, my skills get better. The only thing that was off this year was my back and hips, they slowed me down on the third day but I still pushed myself. Everyone did and there are so many lines to choose from you can go as BIG as you want out there.

As you can see Jimijames made it back to town..barely..
There are many reasons why I come back to Moab over and over again even with the crowds. It's so unique and challenging and the riding there is only getting better as they open more Black Diamond style trails, there are a few of these type trails in the Moab area that are not on maps or internet forums and in many ways I hope it stays this way, keep it rough and difficult and hard to find, keep the adventure in riding. The desert is ever changing, hard to know what you're going to get but you have to bring your heart and soul a long with you, be open to the challenge and push yourself against the rock, the dirt, the sage, the sky, all of it so that you're left raw and real with who and what you are, a creature of the durt.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


10/22/94 and Onward....

Contained in everything I do
There's a love, I feel for you
Proclaimed in everything I write
You're the light
Burning, brightly
Onward through the night
Onward through the night
Onward through the night of my life

Displayed in all the things I see
There's a love you show to me
Portrayed in all the things you say
You're the day
Leading the way
Onward through the night
Onward through the night
Onward through the night of my life

Onward through the night
Onward through the night
Onward through the night of my life

Lyrics by Chris Squire
Images by Anne Stavely Dickinson

Monday, October 18, 2010

The magikal quest for the veiled unicorn..

..alas the veiled unicorn has not been found, it remains ever elusive. We spent a good portion of our ride on Sunday searching for some secret stash that we've "heard" about (don't ask my friends, because I won't tell). Of course this stash is like sub stash because what we were riding was kinda still primitive and out there but regardless the adventurous spirit of our small group of explorers had unicorn fever and we were determined to unveil this new stash of magikal dirt. Okay my metaphors are getting all mixed up but you get the picture. We didn't find what we're looking for, so sad, but there's always tomorrow as the saying goes and really isn't the fun in the exploration, the quest. We had a perfect late fall day of riding, we climbed till our knees squeaked and descended steepness till our forearms burned and even without the unicorn it was a top notch day with miles of stupid jokes and silly grins without another soul beware unicorn, we have not given up hope that you exist, we'll be back.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Body Art

Traditional African Body Art. Click on the previous words for a link to an AMAZING video of African Body Art. I think we're missing something like this in our society, to be able to do this, have rituals that required the painting of ones body in celebration. I believe it's just very beautiful and deeply creative. Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

First Snow

This morning we woke up and it was snowing. This is the first real snow fall of our fall here at the house. Finally, the season has turned and fall is no longer acting shy.

It's thrilling in many ways but there's always a tinge of "oh boy, here it comes" and out comes the boots, coats, gloves, hats, layers, socks and where are my knee warmers and my winter riding gloves..away goes the flip flops and shorts..well maybe not quite yet, the rest of the week is supposed to be lovely.

The cosmos looked a little sad this morning but by this afternoon they had perked back up and seem to enjoy the moisture. Though I'm loving the woodsmoke and my candles again.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


Kristin, Suzanne, Me and Emma.

I went down to Buffalo Creek Friday night to camp and then ride on Saturday with the lovely ladies above. I didn't think I was going to be able to go but then some magik happened and I scrambled myself together and met up for some big miles on well, some buff singletrack. Not a lick of technical riding really, no rocks or roots or drops of any sort, just miles and miles of pea gravel trails winding about. I had a lovely time.

Not so many pictures of the trail riding which there was plenty of but I was intrigued by the patterns and light, something different. And well it's just more trail, and trees and've seen it before.

I wish..

Foxy Foxton

We pedaled the road to the CT TH on the South Platte, from here we headed up.

Many miles of burned forest.
We essentially did a big loop, ending up in Buffalo Creek at the end.

I'm super lucky and thrilled I was able to go and hang out with the gurls this weekend.
It's important to share time with just other women, sharing stories, laughing, talking (shit), eating dark chocolate with your cold red wine, staring up and through our galaxy late at night feeling grateful for what you've got...can't wait for the next trip.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Reaching Out

She saw through the night by the light from her crown of stars by Amanda Blake

This is a blog post by Sarah Wilson that I like so I'm sharing. Remembering to reach out and check in with your friends, family, a reminder that you're not alone and someone is thinking of you, asking if you're OK, it can make a huge difference in your day. Have a good one out there my friends.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Up Up Down Down

I love autumn.
I kept thinking that thought as I pedaled. Craig and I linked up some trails that we ride all the time in a way we hadn't ridden any of them before. It was a big loop essentially and it was just Craig and I. It was one of those rides that unfolded organically and that felt good.

We rode Up and Up and Up only then to head WAY DOWN over big, rocky chunky infused dirt then the trail pointed skyward once again with the promise of more steep chutes that never seem to end. Sore hands from braking and legs protesting from so much standing, it was good.

And then we were almost down and we cruised and climbed a scooch more just so we could fly through tight aspens and weave narrow threads of dirt together once more before we were done. The smell of decaying leave strong and pleasant.

We had the woods to ourselves and it was so good. Then home to make a super pizza, oh boy did that taste AMAZING and that's the beauty of day lived well and hard.

Friday, October 1, 2010


Bike Skeleton..

Went for a little walk with my friend Anne Staveley who is a photographer from Santa Fe, NM. These are some of her images from what remains after our recent wild fire.

Wicked Beauty

From destruction comes beauty, transformation.

A reminder...