So I finally got out on a solo ride and none to soon. I started to feel like I was dying. Nothing like a strong dose of climbing on a mountain bike to jump start the heart. After work I jumped in my car and blindly drove around until I found this little trail head called Sypes Canyon. I pulled my bike off the rack and began to climb.
And climb. Soon the sun started to set. But I wanted to go up as far as I could which I have suspicions that this gem connects into a longer trail that runs along the West side of the main ridge. I wanted to get near the Devils Backbone. I kept thinking of that term because at times the ricks were so sharp … almost like riding along a backbone.
The views were becoming so beautiful I found it hard to keep progressing up the ridge. it seemed as though every time I got around the next switchback I was whipping out the camera again.
Then the sun really set, disappearing behind the horizon. I figured it may be time to get off that ridge before dark. One mishap and I could take a header in the dark. Did I mention that parts of the trail were pretty technical.
But I finally made it down and now I feel a little more normal. Still trying to fit in though.