The idea for Saturday was simple enough, get a group together to ride trails all day long up in the Colorado high country. My personal opinion is that as the summer comes to an end, an entire day of trail is needed to get the mind and body back in order. Given that the CO high country (and the CO Trail) is at higher elevations, its always a gamble for how late these trails will be rideable. Self, Crosby, and Angry Bhuddist met up in Breckenridge, glazed over a map and selected a route. We picked a route that mixed trails and chunky dirt roads to get to the top of Georgia Pass, then we’d just ride the CO trail back to town. We made sure all the gear was in order, picked up some supplies, and headed out.
We kicked it off by linking trail and dirt roads allowing the thin air at 10,000 feet to kick us in the collective balls. Riding by abandoned mines with yellow and orange leaves popping in the background provided a high end back drop for the first half of the day. These are sights that all folks, cyclists or not should be able to take in at some point. Eventually we found our way on the “flume trail” providing a conection between two gravel roads. The flume trail was tight singletrack, which never seemed to gain or lose much elevation, and provided plenty of chunky technical sections, in short it was an amazing mountain bike trail. From there we grunted our way to the top of Georgia’s Pass to soak in all our glory and enjoy a celebratory beer. After drinking, resting, and bullshitting, we mounted our faithful steeds and began the ride to town back on the CO trail. All of the great words you have heard about the CO Trail is true, and all I can say is that if you ever have the chance to travel it, you should. We made it back to town with only some minor mechanical and navigation hiccups, totaling something over five hours on the bike. High fives were slapping, and grins were wide as we said our good-byes and made our way back to our respective abodes, enjoying a great day of trail.
The buzz from the raddness of Saturday carried over to Sunday morning to where I was even midly happy about going to help out at work. I went down to the garage of my place to get my town bike. Low and behold my town bike, and my girlfriends two bikes (one mountain and road) had been stolen (they had been locked up in our “secure” garage). A feeling of total shittiness descended upon me due to the combination of losing three bikes. A police report was filed, the local craigslist ads were check, and ebay has been scoured, providing a glimmer of hope that the stolen bikes may be found. For now the memories that were created while riding those bikes will have to suffice, as I remind myself that with replacement bikes (hopefully) will come new cycling memories. With all that said, for any of you in the Denver metro area, if you come across someone on a green Kona Jake the Snake cross bike (converted to an SS with a surly singulator), a green Kona Blast mountain bike, or a silver Trek 1000C road bike, they may be our bikes that were stolen, and anything that could be done to help my our bikes back would be greatly appreciated.