Pueblo

Denver arguably has one of the oddest micro climates in the country. Part Prairie, Part Desert and sitting at just over a mile above sea level with flat lands to the East and the foothills of the Rockies to the West, I've seen everything from snowing lighting storms in the spring to multiple tornado touchdowns in the summer to days on end of sunshiny warm weather in the winter. So just before Halloween when 27 inches of snow fell at my house in a freak Upslope storm, I was not surprised.

A couple of co-workers talked about going to snowboard A-Basin this past weekend but as enticing as that was a couple of things held me back. One I longed for single track and two wheels cutting across the dirt and A-Basin only has 2 runs open which meant long lift lines and most likely shitty snow by Sunday. Call me spoiled after just a year in Colorado but I prefer fresh, untouched powder as my waves of choice.

Sunday I got in touch with Lubes at 7am for a jaunt to the Fruita of the Colorado Southeast. Pueblo, lies just 2 hours south of Denver and while Denver had that whooping 27 inches, Pueblo only saw 4 inches which quickly melted away after Friday and Saturday's sunshine and temps in the high 60's.

Lubes and I made it to Pueblo just after 9am with temps already in the 60's and a beautiful cloudless blue oasis hanging above our heads. I figure we hit somewhere between 25-30 miles of sweet singletrack that makes you continue to churn your legs no matter if your riding the flats, going uphill or down. No rest for the weary in this desert playground exspecially when I was busy chasing Lubes...keeping him just in my sights but never close enough to get any good shots..Sometimes its just about the ride.