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Elisa Jones jeep trail winter

Flip flops in the snow, unabashed selfies

“The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

“Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

Yes, Lord of the Rings is probably my favorite book. Here I am upon the end of a year-long journey. I have been reluctant each day to experience the trail, because I know that the time is too near, too precious, and this will end.

And yet it won’t, will it? The trails are in me, every experience has shaped me, and I am intimate with them now.

For several weeks I have longed for as deeply-moving a concept as this trail adventure. Something to change me in ways I need over the next year. Finally, inspiration struck- while delving into a period of meditation. Now, I feel less despair at the end, because it is also a new beginning.

This morning I was fraught with indecision- the nemesis of my adult life. I had originally planned to see the red rocks of Moab today. But the idea of two trips to Utah in one week, the financial burdens required of the second, and the illness of my husband the night before, all collaborated to keep me in the Grand Valley today. Also, the hope for a ride with someone I esteem as well.

I couldn’t sleep, as I watched the clouds blush in the sunrise outside of my window. I crept downstairs and prepared the morning for my family, then snuck out of the house, into the Jeep, and up to the trail. Music and Mt. Dew my companions.

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I headed home for a quick change and to pack up my bike. I met Dave and Kurt and we drove out to Kokopelli, where we joined with Noah and Sparky. It was going to be a hard ride and I regretted my frozen summit experience last night, and the 4 hours of sleep I had been permitted.

But there’s a reason why we call it “playing bikes”. We rode Rustler’s, Mary’s, and Horsethief. Better trail companions are hard to find! Noah and Sparky were willing to demonstrate and coach, and all were patient with my preference to walk an obstacle or two (or 6). My bike is in bad way right now and I didn’t trust it.

This turned out to be an astute choice, as the front tire went flat immediately after my heart-pounding, flying descent down Mary’s. We met more friends in the parking lot, and had a nice visit until I was too cold to hold still another moment.

The sun had been out most of the time, with only a few flights of snow that blew through. The lighting was amazing, but my photo opportunities were secondary to embracing the opportunity to ride with this crew. IMG_2275 IMG_2276 IMG_2279 IMG_2280 IMG_2281 IMG_2282

Elisa Jones

Playing Bikes

“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.” 
― Plato

Sometimes I just want to get out to play- so today I did. I set aside all of the debates and decisions and worries and I drove out to Loma. I climbed up Mary’s and played on Horsethief, then on Rustler’s. It was just pure, unadulterated, fun.

It did start to get pretty busy, though. Fall in Fruita is a friendly-type season. Lots of tourists. IMG_0948

Aruba

“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” 
― F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby

Today Tim (my friend, not my son) and I hosted a group of fine gentlemen from the desert island of Aruba. I was pretty tired,  but figured it would be kind of a rest day riding with these guys. Surely they weren’t prepared for the challenges of our Western Colorado riding. I mean, these guys work in the tourism industry of ARUBA.

But I was so very wrong.

These guys had been training for this trip for months. They were in shape (for the most part) and ready. There were seven of them, and it was so fun to tell them dirty jokes, take their pictures, and show them the variety of lines around the trails.

We rode probably twenty miles around the Loma/Kokopelli trails. It was just good riding and good company. I felt excellent and was looking forward to riding with these guys for several more days.

Would I get to know them well enough to warrant a trip to visit them in Aruba?

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