On Sunday, a sizable group of juniors, myself included, left to ride the famous 401 trail.
For those of you who have not ridden this trail, I highly recommend it. Miles upon miles of single track snaking along mountain hillsides at 10,000 feet above sea level. 
15 or so rowdy kids detracted a bit from the whole deal, but it was very cool none the less.
Monday brought a ride that is now solid on my list of top 5 all time adventures.
Starting from our condo at the ski area, Brae, Mike, Matt, Tim and myself rode up to Gothic. Veering right, we began the deer creek trail. 
This follows the East river, climbing up and down for ten or so miles, until you hit west brush creek. 
Turn left and start climbing. Up, up, up, and then some more up. 
Right about when you're done climbing, you hit the base of the Tiocalli ridge trail. From there, its a mile and a quarter of horrendous climbing that made our group sound more like a bunch of Tourette syndrome patients than bike riders. One quote that exemplified the general feeling was "Today, we almost died" either that or "Holy Fuck!". Then a bit more climbing through the trees before you start going down. The decent is, in one word, sick. 
An excellent mix of challenging technical stuff, and wide open single track. Super fun, and well worth the suffering. 
Pizza at the stash again that night, and some antics to follow up,
not to mention Wayne's World. The next day we drove down to Gunnison to check out some place called Hartman Rocks.
Could not have been more different than the day before. To go from high alpine to Moab/Fruita desert sagebrush slickrock insanity was a shock, in a good way. 
It felt like there was an infinite variety of technical winding sweet single track that easily rivaled places like Mary's loop. lots and lots of fun. Then came the long drive home, not as bad as I remembered it, but still long.
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