The next day we awoke in Moab and headed straight for the Slick Rock Trail. This was Steve's first trip to the area and I figured Slick Rock was a must. To me it's also a "right of passage", having started riding in the golden years of mountain biking of the early 90's Moab was like a mystical place were a rider would "receive their wings". I still hold this trail in high esteem. The ride however was much shorter than I remembered it, about and hour and a half. After the ride we were off to our second adventure of the day Entrajo Canyon, which I'll go over in a later post.
|Down to Horse Thief. I'm sure someone can ride this, just not us|
|Slick Rock, Steve earns his "wings"|
|Sovereign Trail, super fun|
|Later in the evening; This fire would have been great, expect someone dumped (a lot of) oil in the sand and ash and it smelled like burning gear oil all night. Around three in the morning I couldn't take it anymore and had to move my tent.|