Friday evening was a get-to-know-everybody party at the event tent, set up
next to the lodge. Troy and Mark opened the festivities by welcoming the
group while we all signed in for the festival and received our bag of
goodies and Dinotrax T-shirt. At
dusk the movies rolled and the beer flowed!
The colorful mountain bike movie featured local riders riding local
trails, shot and narrated by Rich Etchberger, one of our guides who
developed and built many of the routes.
Later, everyone headed to tents or cabins to rest up for the next day
ride. My anticipation level
was understandably high!
Saturday morning we all met at the event tent at 9AM to sign up for the
rides of the day, with a choice of three different skill levels.
Novice riders began with a mountain bike skills clinic conducted by
Troy. My friend Melissa, who
had just recently started riding, felt this clinic was a great confidence
builder for adventures yet to come. The
intermediate group, including my co-worker Red and his wife, Karen, were to
ride the 15-mile Red Canyon Rim-Swett Ranch trail.
Advanced riders were offered the challenging, 19-mile Elk Park-Spirit
Lake Loop.
With some trepidation, I decided to try the advanced ride, since I had
experienced the Red Canyon-Swett Ranch the day before.
Our guides prepped us for the upcoming rides with info on trail
conditions, technical and terrain changes, and sights to see along the way.
At the
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trailhead, I felt plenty of nervous energy from the riders as
well as the guides. Lots of
chatter, lots of water gulping. The
ride started out with a steady uphill section, which led us to the Ute
Mountain Fire Tower, listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
After stopping for a short break, we headed down a killer singletrack,
over the river and through the
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woods. No
Grandmother’s House here! The
rest of the ride was filled with terrain that changed quickly from
challenging uphill grinds to speedy switchbacks.
There were wet riverbeds and rocky sections that got the best of us
at some point, but everyone was very determined to keep on riding, hopefully
with the rubber side down. I
managed to finish relatively unscathed, with only a bloody knee.
This minor mishap occurred on a difficult steep section, which I had
to hike up after a frustrating fall. The
ride would not be complete without a flat tire, of course, which happened
about a quarter mile from my car. Needless
to say, I had left my tire changing tools in my cabin, a fine place
for
them! Luckily, one of the guys
from the
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group (was he ever cute!) was nice enough to lend me a hand. We made it back to the parking lot where some of the riders
were enjoying a well-deserved beer and exchanging stories of the
day.
Some true, some not so true, I’m sure.
All in all, it was a great ride and one that I would definitely like
to go back and do again.
The Saturday evening festivities began at 5:00 with a “Poker Run”,
followed by “Troy’s Funky Crit”.
The “Poker Run” is pretty much what it sounds like, with each
player
starting with a single card, racing around the rim trail collecting
four more at designated stations.
Best
hand wins. With an amazing five
eights, How Kuff from Red Star, Arkansas won a trip to Bryce Canyon National
Park in southern Utah. Way to
go, How!
The “Funky Crit” is a
hoot. Chug a warm beer, ride
three times around a tree, pitch two horseshoes from ten feet away (ringers
count for 10 second time deductions), change a flat, finish by
sitting in a
lounge chair. The competition
was fierce, but one guy won with an incredible one minute, fifteen seconds!
A mountain bike vacation to Deer Valley at Park City, Utah was his
reward.
Next on the agenda were dozens upon dozens of great prizes, trips, gear,
free schwag and the
traditional pasta load dinner prepared and served by
Mark’s great staff from the Red Canyon Lodge Restaurant, accompanied by a
great bluegrass band. Never
short on energy, Troy joins in with a mean harmonica. Oh, and of course we can’t forget about the beer.
Sunday was the day for the popular bike/boat tour starting with a great ride
on the Dowd Mountain
Trail and culminating with a boat float on the
reservoir. The ride consisted
of both single and double track, leading us to yet another ho-hum overlook
of stunning Flaming Gorge. From
there, following yet another ho-hum photo-op, we made our way down to the
lake to a waiting pontoon boat. The
ride down was a rocky one and I managed to get my second flat tire, but this
time the tools were in my pack. After
my tire
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was patched, while making my way to the boat, all I could think
about was how cool and refreshing a dip in the water was going to feel after
a warm day on the trail. When I
got to the boat, most of my companion riders were already in the water.
I quickly dropped off my bike and jumped in. Ahhhh! What a
great way to end a great ride! When
everybody arrived at the boat we all got on
board and headed for the marina.
More new stories with more new friends.
At the marina, we were shuttled back to our cars, and all good things
must come to an end. Before we
knew it, the festival had come to a close.
What a great weekend it was. Dinotrax.
See you again next year!
More
shots from the Dinotrax Festival
All photos by Monique Beeley