Swedes are not really used to well maintained and smooth trails. Back home, we ride our bikes on almost anything that show some weak resemblance to a path between the trees (not between the rocks. We usually ride over those). Over the tree line, we usually ride anything, regardless of whether or not it resembles anything at all really.
Along the Front Range, it is quite the opposite. Here, one has to go hunting for trails that are not maintained beyond belief. Don’t get me wrong, it is quite fantastic to see all the work done on the trails here, and the trails are i excellent condition, but I have to admit that I sometimes miss the rocks and roots back home. It sort of adds some adventure to the riding.
Of course, my longing is nothing in comparison to Martin’s NEED for almost unridable trails.
Sheep mountain showed us that there are hidden trails off the beaten track out there, so this weekend, me, Natalie and Martin set out to find some more.
We started out easy, riding Mills Creek in Fort Collins. The ride up Tower’s road was just as gruelsome as I remembered it, so of course we did it 1,5 times (we wanted to ride down Spring Creek again too). Mills Creek was actually just as fun as I had hoped. Rocky, a bit rooty and VERY loose. I more than once found my self speeding out of control. After 3 hours of riding, we headed up the Poudre canyon to camp. We found the perfect spot: beautiful mountains, large rocks, burnt trees, and a whole bunch of incredibly drunk hipster rednecks in jeans shorts, boots, cowboy hats, and Machetes screaming DALE!!! for 5 hours (or more). It was very picturesque..
On Sunday we headed up towards Browns lake in the Commanche Wilderness for some serious trail finding. We were planning to ride from the peak and get close to a 1000 vertical meters descent. However, although the sun was doing its very best to make us sweat all of our bodily fluids out, there was still too much snow at high altitude, so we had to set for a slightly shorter run. No biggie, we still got our share of trail hunting and climbing over tons of dead fall.. It was, of course, fun as hell (and yes, Martin was very happy. I heard him wohooing more than once. And yes, there was more than one flat tire). Some more pictures from the ride can be found at Martin’s blog.
We ended the day with a burger by the river and a stroll on the prairie in the sunset. The latter was extremely beautiful. The yellow rays of the setting sun beaming on the I80 and the thousands of dog turds slowly decomposing around our feet.
Oh yes, just have to post a photo from our ride in Curt Gowdy yesterday. The Scandiness of those clothes and that sunlight is just too good to not show off.