Two-Wheeled Bliss
The rain lashes my windows and the town dampens. I enjoy the rain. We need it this year. We need lots of it. Everyone says, โWith spring showers, come summer wildflowers.โ I say, โWith spring showers, come endless brown pow and empty roads.โ
The Dirt
Itโs here. The time of year when the dirt is fresh, the bikes are tuned, and trail after trail opens as the snow melts. Hartmans, Walrod, Lupine, Upper Loop โฆ the list goes on and on as we wait for the high alpine to thaw out. The anticipation is like opening day over and over again. Itโs the feeling of fresh pow and solo runs or perhaps with your friends, possibly a dog or two chasing behind.
The Road
The road takes you places. It takes your mind elsewhere and for now, your bike down valley. You can ride about ten months out of the year in our valley (if you have the cojones), but this is when it gets enjoyable again. Wheels and mind spin up 9-mile climb, to Gunnison and back, through Taylor Canyon, and eventually over the passes. The local roadies have been racing, drafting, and sprinting on Tuesday nights. Getting the legs to ready to tackle the more ambitious climbs of summer.
The Next Season
One of the great things about living in Crested Butte is the changing of the seasons. And by seasons we mean ski season to bike season. Itโs time to hang up winter gear and lube some chains. Itโs time to ride daily. Itโs time to take in our stunning mountain views again. Itโs time see our โbikeโ friends.
