Moab is one of the best places on the face of the earth for me. The red rocks, the solitude, the adventures, the vistas, the memories of trips past.
V ery few places hold a spot in my heart like Moab (and really most of the red rock south west, if I’m honest). I love everything about it, and would trade it in a second for the snowy, wooded, fickle Colorado mountains if I could. So when a buddy of mine threw out a comment that we should hit Moab for a mountain bike vacation, I jumped all over it.
Me and five buddies rented a house just outside of downtown Moab and called it our home for a week in October 2016. There was some post-ride debauchery to be had, and lots of sore muscles and dirty bikes. Over the course of those 7 days, we would descend 21,262 feet, climb 12,723 feet, and ride 113 miles. Not bad in my book!