Moab Man Camp Day 1: get to airport in DIA. Acquire luggage. John Waller tackles me from behind at the luggage carousel.. After assuring security that this is not a act of aggression, we proceed to public house to await the arrival of Josh Patterson. Once we were on I70 headed West we got caught up on everyones stories, and John Waller reaffirmed his financial backing that the first person to pee on Patterson got 20 bucks. The tone was set.
We got to Moab that evening and set up camp off of Sand Flats Rd, not too far from the worlds 2nd most scenic landfill (its says so on the map).little canyon that provided We initially tried to get a campsite down on Kane Creek Rd at the Moonflower canyon, but we arived about 10 minutes too late. I had forgotten how sandy and windy it is in the desert southwest. It was soon apperent that I would have to taylor my bushcraft to thrive in this wasteland.. At about midnight, Slater and Jeff rolled in and set up camp.The next morning we went on the prowl to find a less wind swept campsite.
|Boom. Shade at 3pm|
|Looking through our little canyon of vice|
|Pattersnap up to no good|
The next morning we all ponied up for the Whole Enchilada Shuttle, which turned out to only take us up to the start of the Kokopelli Trail since the trail up at Burro Pass was still snowed in. We decided to start riding up towards Burro Pass to get as much of the Enchilada as we could stand.
|Headed up from Hazard country|
|Patterson: its not much of a climber|
|Hello there La Sal|
|Jeff has a PhD in geology. We learned about rocks. Of which there are plenty in Moab|
|sitting there. bleeding.|
It was not long going up, before we were in hero dirt, and into the aspen groves. I think that this is one of the features of the whole enchilada that makes it so unique; you go from high alpine tundra, to aspens, to high dessert slick rock, to sandy canyon bottoms.
|Patterson was intent on slaying some mexican food on the whole enchilada.|
The descent was simply amazing, as it constantly challenged you with more and more technical terrain. It forced you to constantly trust that your tires were going to hook up, and that if you had enough speed you would roll over everything. I only got in over my head once when I tried to roll off a 4 foot drop without keeping my front end up.
We got spit out into Negro Bill Canyon and then had to ride back into town to get the vehicles (and beer).