You Can't Beat a Dead Horse
It's Day Three of our trip; we stroll down to breakfast and fill up on biscuits, gravy, bacon and yogurt. I wish to ride yesterday's Dead Horse Point loops again and Snowcatcher is up for the task. Seeking time and distance, Snowcatcher will ride several trails and then get some road miles in, too.
I'm riding a little faster today, still admiring the wonderfully eroded topography.
While taking a breather, I enjoy the view southwest toward the Island in the Sky District of Canyonlands National Park.
Brutal dune sand tests my balance, strength and aerobic capacity along several segments of the Twisted Tree Trail.
This is the land of towers and spires. Ya gotta love it! Actually, in order to appreciate it, one needs to take some time and visit the area.
Fast and flowy segments kept my smile in place. On the other hand, my smile remains ear to ear no matter what riding surface is thrown into the mix.
Aspen trees adorning the La Sal Mountains have shed their leaves. Many of the lower elevation cottonwoods are approaching peak. Another riding season is wrapping up. It's been a good one, and I hate to see it go. We leave Moab tomorrow; but as we leave the land of sandstone, we have one more distinct stop to make.
Do you like blood-red towers of stone? If so, come back in a couple of days.