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Three out of the four of us were riding fat bikes. Overkill in some sections but fun and still efficient.
The campground availability dictated our direction. We had reserved Potato Bottom for the first night, and Airport for the second. That meant we had to descend Mineral Bottom Road on day one, and climb Shafer trail to end the ride.
Our first day crept into the 70’s. We biked 35 miles and dealt with one major climb after the Labyrinth campground.
We were all a little tired so the Happy Camper IPAs and Bota Box wine were well deserved when we arrived at camp. The Potato Bottom campground sits on the green river, which proved to be chilly that night with the inversion.
Day two would be roughly 50 miles and it started with following the Green River before heading towards Murphy Hogback.
Not sure if it was the recent precipitation or just the time of the year, but the flowers were stunning.
The White Rim, a beautiful place to ride your bike.
The start of the climb up Murphy Hogback.
Sean’s mid day snack, warm rum. Sean was riding his Fat Back Corvus while Beth was on her SS Niner. She was the only one not on a fat bike as she was preparing for the Whiskey 50 the following weekend.
It was really cool to run into one of the Canyonlands rangers. He was bikepacking to the Murphy Hogback campground for the night, then finishing the loop the next day. If this is the future, we are looking bright. The afternoon riding from here was stunning.
We arrived at Airport campground and soon after, our friend Mike joined us. He rode from town (moab) that afternoon. While we had some remaining wine left, our jeeper neighbors for the night topped us off with Solo cups filled with wine as well – a bit of trail magic. We enjoyed wine, whiskey, brownie cookies and enjoyed the beautiful moon, stars and silhouettes.
Breakfast in bed to prepare for the remaining 20 miles.
Our final day would have us making our way to the Shafer Road, not before messing around on the Musselman Arch and soaking in some of the Colorado River’s work.
When you know there is only one way, and that is up!
Just as we were cresting the canyon it started raining, perfect timing.
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