I ended up car pooling from NM with my local riding buddy as work was slow; turned out to be a good thing as that allows me to do my ‘Ol 89er naps whilst he power drove to the center of the off-roading universe – turned out to be not so good as it ended up me doing six days of riding, sapping all I had left though having a hot shower at the (Green Rive State Park) campground every evening helped. I chose Green River for us to camp due to being central to all the three riding spots and less congestion compared to Moab as a bonus.
The two of us spent the mornings on short hikes while the afternoons were used to explore moto-trails. Sunday we did Goblin Valley State Park
http://www.google.com/imgres?q=gobl...apitolreef.org/images/15235033-Goblin_Valley-
Good stuff for a non-hikers and especially kids.
Then we did Waterfall Trail to the north; my first outing on the new WR125 Husky. It would not start. Changed the plug to a non-resistor type and fired first kick. Trail was dry/dusty though scenic and good desert high-elevation single track with some vistas to the west. My buddy had enough at the other end so we took the jeep trail back.
On the way out I spotted petroglyphs on the canyon wall; we stopped to check them out. I’ll let the others post pix.
Next day we went to Canyonlands with a short hike to the arch and another longer loop to see the canyons
http://www.aguntherphotography.com/wp/widescreen/14402/canyonlands_1610.jpg
http://www.canyonlands-utah.com/images/title.jpg
And then Dead Horse State Park for a short hike
http://www.empoweringparks.com/Dead-Horse-State-Park.jpg
In the afternoon we did moto-exploring on the Merrimac and Monitor Trails; my first outing on my new-to-me WR250F. The eastern loop turned out to be rather challenging – there was a crowd of jeepers spectating our attempt up a difficult rock climb they never came down; understandably why as it took finesse with clutch work and maneuvering to conquer the many step ups and quick, tight turns necessary to make it. A loud cheer once we crested and they left for easier trails. We circled around the east loop and managed to have our fill of the jarring embedded rock. Once on the west half things were way better with a wet canyon and spectacular high cliffs on both sides of the passages. We reconnected to the original rock climb only to find a slickrock two-wheel-only bypass. Fun trail though I’d recommend the western half only.
Tuesday afforded us a drive with hikes through Arches NP
http://www.wildnatureimages.com/Arches-Photos.htm
Even for a mid-week visit parking spaces were all taken at one select arch; we did others with little traffic though recommend all of them for those willing to explore.
Afterwards we went south to ride Kane Creek trail as I wanted to know if there was water; turns out there was a-plenty for some splash riding of which we greatly enjoyed two years ago. We went as far as on our last trip where my buddy hurt his back; this time he conquered the climb. Our way back out was uneventful until I went up the ATV ramp with wet tires; slipped and had to do with a second try. I wanted my buddy to try my new Husky; on his fine Gas Gas I clipped an unavoidable rock at speed and was pitched to the ground. No harm but it seemed prudent to trade bikes back.
Following dinner back at camp I decided to inform the ranger at the entrance of the men’s bathroom need to replenish paper towels. As I eyed the Fish of Utah poster he started to tell me everything I didn’t want to know about the local fish though politely listened as he seemed to know quite a bit; much more than the Feds who are enforcing the rules? I though this was a state matter. Just then a car pulled in and I heard the name of a campsite being held for “Santoro”. I poked my head out to tell the ranger to "turn them away." Lol. Eel was driving, with Scar shotgun and Thumbs as passenger. We exchanged greetings and reached our campsites; theirs adjacent to ours.
I had brought seven boxes of oak firewood so we had fine conversation around late into the night.
Next morning we did Sovereign (SE) Trail. I had done it once before years ago and it did not disappoint though took a lot out of us. Thumbs spun off at the midpoint due to a sticky throttle. We were going to do Merrimac in the afternoon but my buddy broke his foot so I took him to the hospital to check it out. He was on the pegs but had his foot pushed up and back by a rock. We have to hand it to him to for riding it out and only once he hiked while Eel rode his bike up a difficult climb for him. Results: fractured big toe, broke foot bones behind toes, and suffered a sprain. I insisted we return home though he would have nothing of it as the others needed me as a guide; moreover said he would sit around @ home anyways - it made sense to stick around.
Next day we did White Wash – Dead Cow, Beehive, White Wash, and Slick Rock trails. We had the benefit of a trail rider with local knowledge in attendance, which helped tremendously in finding our way to each of them. Two memorial occurrences were a quick-sand like rut which swallowed my Husky; we had to pull it out - thanks to the help of Scar and Walt. Scar tried an alternate which all went well until he was stick-poked and swerved off the ledge which left his bike falling then hanging amusingly right-side-up on the skid plate like a trophy or wall piece in a living room. Then on a steep section of slickrock I did not make the last upper ledge (need to build 125 clutching skills/savvy) and had to carefully wiggle my Husky back down for a second try. Afterwards we had real dead cow burgers/steaks and fries, salads and baked potatoes, washed down with beverages of the fermented type at Ray’s Tavern in Green River.
And for our final day of riding we went to San Rafael Swell to do the Devil’s Racetrack, Eva Conover, and Swasey’s Cabin trails. It was colder than usual. On Eva’s you will see higher speed vids posted by others; me chasing/hanging with Scar with Thumbs and Eel in close pursuit. I clipped a rock near Swasey’s and ended up on the ground; am walking around like that ‘Ol guy today with some minor thigh bruises, but I did bounce well didn’t I Scar? We then did Waterfall trail, with Scar, Eel and Thumbs later exploring Goblin State Park after a view of the petroglyphs.
Bundy and a friend showed up at the campsite and there was no small talk around the campfire; much smack about Five Miles of Hell trail directed his way via Scar. Fun times for sure.
We woke up at five and made it back to NM at 4pm Saturday.
I’m unpacking and washing dirty riding gear as of this post. Phew! Six days of riding/hiking and I am sore. Let’s hear from others…