Fairwell Fruita

MVP to Kathy Lelacheur for wine and a nice toast.



A well deserved rest day was in order for today after a hard 3 days of riding. We were pretty cooked after yesterdays ride and didn’t have the energy to bust out a post and most of the afternoon was spent laying under the truck to try and escape the sun. Yesterday we rode at a place called Lunch Loops that was about a 20 min drive from our campsite. We hit our first sizable climb of the trip yesterday but luckily it was on a paved road that climbed up to the top of the trail. After the climb our quads were screaming to the tune of a heavy metal band. To me we had climbed up high enough to touch the clouds but the boys quickly reminded me that I haven’t seen nothing yet as they giggled at the thought of the altitude to come. We took a quick pause to eat and let our legs flush out some of the acid acquired over the last hour.



The descent was long and fast and covered some really fun slick rock as we weaved our way down into the canyon. We got a few good pics and more footage but it was just hard to stop when you were having so much fun bombing down. We were on the breaks so hard at some points you would swear they were about to fail. After one especially steep and long downhill benny touched his rotar only to yelp with pain from how scolding hot it was. Some kids just have to learn the hard way I guess haha.





After about 3 hours Lully got a flat that sent him back on a fire road because we foolishly left spare tubes back at the camp site and were unable to buy any from other riders before we set off. We knew the gamble and of course the house always wins. Since he would be walking back we decided to hit one last single track trail that I now wish I would have skipped. Don’t get me wrong it was super fun for the first half, or at least until I managed to flip over my handle bars on some slick rock and punish the left side of my body. Like any mountain biker would I got right up and checked to see if anything was broken, on both me and the bike. After a couple tense seconds I realized we were both ok and just a little scraped and bruised up, nothing a rest day won’t cure.



Were in Fruita now just about to take off to Moab Utah where we will start a new adventure in a new town. I’m gonna miss Fruita, its such a layed back one street town that caters to mountain bikers but the journey must move on.
Oh and we really enjoy hearing from all of you in the guestbook section it gives us something to look forward to and makes home seem to so far away, so please feel free to sign the guest book as much as possible.



Ps. Charlot you have made Bennys day, he was secretly hoping you would stumble upon the new blog haha