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Funny Gunny

“Even if things don’t unfold the way you expected, don’t be disheartened or give up. One who continues to advance will win in the end.”
― Daisaku Ikeda

Sara is crazy. Crazy awesome. Crazy inspiring. Crazy fun. Crazy good. And this morning she took Michelle and I both on a crazy ride. And we loved it.

We rode from the Lunch Loop parking lot, where we briefly conversed with Mandy (my awesome Realtor who is helping me buy a house- we close on the 20th), and Becca, who I rode with a few weeks ago. They were headed to ride Gunny, the traditional way. We said we, too, were going to ride Gunny- the NON-traditional way. The crazy look in their eyes told us just how crazy we were. But what better time to be crazy than at 5:15 am on a weekday?

So we climbed up Curts, Ally, dropped down the bottom of Holy Cross, then Holey Bucket, across the road and we started onto Gunny. We were about a mile in when the girls from the parking lot met us going the other way.

And here’s the thing: I’ve ridden Gunny Loop before, always with Gunnector since I’m typically pressed for time. But this was a different trail. It was unrecognizable going this direction. The climb felt so steep- far too steep for me to be comfortable descending. But descend it I do. And fast.

The lay of the land seemed different. I knew right where we were (thanks to my highly-trained sense of location), but I could have sworn I’d never been here before.

We opted for the long-way around. I got a front-tire puncture. I stopped to insert a tube and the girls rode on ahead to the next intersection. Mike (visiting from Moscow, ID) and Chris (always the consummate badass on the trail) passed me coming the other way and stopped for a little dawn-hello! I’ve come to love meeting my friends out on the trail!

I caught back up with the girls and it wasn’t long before we were on the fast descent back to the parking lot. I was now running way late, but seeing how my husband didn’t get home from “work” until 3 am I wasn’t too concerned about him being ready to leave for the office before 8.

On the way down Moto, Michelle caught her handlebar on a tree and suffered an agonizing injury. She hurt all over, but when the adrenaline subsided she was able to ride out. But determined herself unable to ride our upcoming conquering of the White Rim of Canyonlands this coming weekend.

I think I’ll bake her some cookies. IMG_8682 IMG_8685 IMG_8690 IMG_8694 IMG_8697 IMG_8700 IMG_8701 IMG_8702

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Drop that Shiz

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
― Marianne WilliamsonA Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”

Love that quote. Because I think it’s true for me. I’m not so much afraid that I will fail- I anticipate failure. But rather if I reach up, it’s so much farther to fall when failure does take me down.

I’m working on it.

And today I worked on drops. Again. I was angry and frustrated to tears at myself the other day for not doing what needed to be done while Sienna was helping me. So today I took matters into my own hands. I called up my Dave and told him to come help me learn to drop. I think it’s okay with him because I’ve finally realized that he’ll still be my friend and think I’m and okay dude even if/when I fall flat on my ass in an embarrassing display.

So we started on my street- dropping off the neighbor’s rock wall. Then we moved to the park, the rock wall there and the curbs and stairs. We started getting low on time so we went up to that same drop on Curt’s lane that I kept freaking out on with Sienna.

Here’s how it went down:

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