I have to paraphrase Maciej on this one: “What is better than skiing spring corn on a weekend? – Skiing spring corn one day, and having your mtb premier for the season the other”. In Swedish, the words that come to mind is ÄNTLIGEN!! In English, I will just simply yell, Hell YEAH! Oh the joy!!
No, I didn’t manage to buy a bike just yet (still have to go to Cheyenne, and buying a bike will be sooo much easier when i get my credit cards back), but I rented a Specialized rockhopper down at the Outdoor Research Program, and so, I was all set to go mountainbiking. I was so excited that I had to go out immediately.
So, instead of doing what perhaps most people do on a Friday evening, sitting down having a nice dinner and a couple of beers, I shoved some left overs into my stomach and headed out on the praire.
I can’t say that I found wonderful trails. Most of them were double track and very gentle, but lord! just getting out there! And in the end, I actually found some nice rocks to roll around. My legs felt like crap, and my balance was truly shit, but I was still happy as can be.
Getting home and remembering that I had two cans of Pako IPA did not make me less happy…
Saturday: wake up call at 5 am. Time to go harvest some spring corn with Maciej. And yes, I had forgotten exactly how long the approach is. 7 miles is such an abstract concept.
Since the snow mobile trails are hard early in the day, we went by foot this time. That was kind of nice. Carrying a backback with skiis and boots on it was not. But the sun was shining, it was warm but not too warm, and the company was, as always, excellent, so we trotted along until we reached the foot of Medicine bow.
After one lap of the Butcher’s, I was pretty tired. But the snow was so nice, and we had already set the trail up the hill, so we thought, maybe just half the hill. Naturally, we went to the top again.
After 2 laps, I was effectively dead.
7 miles on wet slush later, back at the car, I was a wreck. Needless to say, I fell a sleep straight after my afterski beer. But oh, that Blue Moon Belgian style wheat tasted good!
And then my wonderful landlord/roommate Nicole ordered thai-food, so when I woke up, I got served.
For the first time in 4 months, I spent the evening watching TV. That was basically all my torn body could produce, that and eating ice cream which Nicole also had bought for me. Gotta love roommates like that. I fell asleep at 9..
I must admit that it didn’t feel optimal that I had planned a my “real” mtb-premier for Sunday. Going out with one of Laramie’s best cyclists. Very smart indeed.
But of course, it turned out to be a great day. The company was super, and nature was spectacular. We went to Soap Stone Prairie Park. No technical trails, but red rock, green bushes, antilopes, red tailed falcon and, well that pretty much says it I think. O yes, the sun was shining too.
Yes, my thighs and lungs screamed at the top of their voice, but that was probably good for them.
Oh right, I also learned an important lesson this weekend. Upf 25 doesn’t do shit over 10 000 feet. In spite of the fact that I’ve had my share of sun this spring, I came home with a perfect inverted-panda-in-lobster-color-look on Saturday. My skin feels like paper, and will certainly fall off in a couple of days. It’ll be perfect for my trip to New York next week. Very fashionable indeed.