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Elisa Jones and Matt Janson hiking light lunch grand junction, colorado

Showing Matt Around the Loops

“In Ireland, you go to someone’s house, and she asks you if you want a cup of tea. You say no, thank you, you’re really just fine. She asks if you’re sure. You say of course you’re sure, really, you don’t need a thing. Except they pronounce it ting. You don’t need a ting. Well, she says then, I was going to get myself some anyway, so it would be no trouble. Ah, you say, well, if you were going to get yourself some, I wouldn’t mind a spot of tea, at that, so long as it’s no trouble and I can give you a hand in the kitchen. Then you go through the whole thing all over again until you both end up in the kitchen drinking tea and chatting.

In America, someone asks you if you want a cup of tea, you say no, and then you don’t get any damned tea.

I liked the Irish way better.”
C.E. Murphy, Urban Shaman

I know the Lunch Loops quite well. I’ve either ridden or hiked or ridden AND hiked every trail. Usually more than once- and for me, it only takes once.

Matt on the other hand has held off on getting to know my old stopping grounds. He’s joined me for a run there a time or two but other than that…no.

It’s an intimidation thing, you understand.

Well I insisted that since it was Sunday after all, let’s put down the paint things, the trowels, and forget that we still have 1.5 million boxes to unpack and fuck it, let’s hit the trail!

We started by the upper-upper (but not upper-upper-upper) Gunny Loop parking pull-out where there’s a sign if you attempt to descend from there down the Tabeguache you’ll see that indicates NO ELECTRIC BIKES…with the 1.5 million reasons why, courtesy of the Grand Junction BLM field office (love those guys, seriously).

We took little to no regard and hiked ourselves up up up Lunch Line to a stack of conglomerate rocks I have affectionately called “The Eagle’s Nest”.

The view from there was…breathtaking.

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If you click on and zoom in really closely, you will see the San Juan mountain range…with our beloved Mt. Sneffels poking his head up.

Kid you not.

From there we hiked the only way we could: down…


Looking down toward Echo Canyon and across toward Serpent’s Trail and, of course, No Thoroughfare.


Obligatory selfie.

We took Eagles Wing> Connector > Holy Cross > Prenup> Tabeguache and back to the car.

Here’s what’s amazing: ever since I started to trail run 5 or 6 years ago now, I couldn’t see much purpose in hiking.

It’s taken lots of trail time with Matt to teach me that when you run, all you see is the trail…

When you hike, you can see everything.

grand junction sunrise

Run Up the Cross

“We’ve got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
when temptation calls, we just look away.

This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn’t right, but be with me tonight.” -Barenaked Ladies, ‘What a Good Boy”

Wanted to do something challenging this morning, so we ran up Curt’s Lane, Ally Alley, Holy Cross, and then straight down Tabby. 5.5 miles. Fun.

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My derp facephoto 3 (1) photo 2 photo 1A rock obstacle that people have ridden around instead of up. Pretty lame. This sign is at both ends of Holy Cross:



sara landis mountain biking

I Even Amazed Myself

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
― J.M. Barrie

Sara and I hit the trail again together today. She is just a blast to ride with. We started up Pet and rode up Tab, and decided on Holy Cross.

My only concern was my utter terror at riding that trail. So I told Sara I would do it if she coached me. So she did. And she was great. She demonstrated, and explained, and was patient, and resisted harassing me when I chickened out.

There was one rock feature that I had never even tried before- way way to frightening. But she walked me through it and I did it and she made me do it again, smoother, and I did and it was great and I couldn’t believe it and I was so proud of myself and completely stoked at my bravery like I’m not a man but like I was as proud as a man, you know what I’m saying? I was high on it all day.

And we took a crap load of good pictures.20140311_100318 20140311_100328 20140311_101245 20140311_101246 IMG_6807 IMG_6808 IMG_6809 IMG_6810 IMG_6811 IMG_6813 IMG_6816 IMG_6818 IMG_6820 IMG_6826 IMG_6832 IMG_6837 IMG_6838 IMG_6841 took