Hartmans Surprise Ride

proof I was there!?

proof I was there!?

Climbing up Josie's, dry dry dry, was so surprised. The wind blown snow was sticking just to the windward side of the sage, rocks and trees. The next trail, Gateway was a mess. Hit and Miss

Climbing up Josie’s, dry dry dry, was so surprised. The wind blown snow was sticking just to the windward side of the sage, rocks and trees. The next trail, Gateway was a mess. Hit and Miss

Clouds and more snow cling to Carbon Peak, it was so bright with the fresh snow

Clouds and more snow cling to Carbon Peak, it was so bright with the fresh snow

my loyal stead

my loyal stead

The picture doesn't do justice to how bright those two mountains looked. That super cool time of the year when you can ride Hartmans, look up and still see snowy peaks

The picture doesn’t do justice to how bright those two mountains looked. That super cool time of the year when you can ride Hartmans, look up and still see snowy peaks

So short but so sweet.

So short but so sweet.

Hartman’s Bliss

we do need the moistureTop of Ridgelinerain or snow?

Happily snuck in quick ride at Hartmans. The wind is raging, the sky dark with clouds dragging heavy curtains of precipitation across the sage covered hills. Despite the threat of a spring storm the riding is awesome. Ten minutes from my door I am riding singletrack, then more singletrack. Trail after trail and only bits of dirt road between them. The sky never fully opens up, yet grapple snaps off my windbreaker, bits of rain race the wind and disappear into the sage. I ride a bit more tempting the clouds, but the sun is getting low so I curl back towards the base area. Then the classic succession of Rocky Ridge, Becks, Jacks and Collarbone. The bike feels light, snappy railing those perfect carvy turns, my smile widens. By the time my wheels hit pavement I am positively giddy. Wondering out loud why more folks don’t mountain bike. I feel so lucky to live in Gunny, to have a place like Hartmans and to be a mountain biker. Thank you universe, thank you.

Hartmans Opening Weekend

One of those super charged magic moments in the Gunnison Valley, the opening of Hartman’s Rocks. Jim Lovelace of the BLM came into Rock N Roll to deliver the news, even though we were working on other folks bikes, still it made us giddy for the rest of the day.

I made it out for my first ride with BDills, aka Bryan Dillion, 9:am Saturday morning. The air still held a chill, the humidity was high, thus the world had not seized the chance to get in some early miles and we hardly saw another rider. Riding much of my favorite trails, Jacks, Talipipe, Ridgeline, Top O the World, Gateway, Josies, Skyline, Rocky Ridge, Becks, Collerbone puts a silly smile on your face.The sort of smile that only comes from carving turns through the sage and hoping up and off the bits of rock, it just feels so good.

My body, on the other hand, didn’t like being thrown into powering through singletrack and all the short burst climbs that dot the trails at Hartmans. While I had been riding the road a bit, even doing a few intervals on the trainer, I had not done enough not to feel the lead in my legs and the tight grip of out of balanced muscles in my back. Plus I was riding with Bryan who is young, fast and had been riding a bunch more than me, he was looking casual while I was breathing hard. I got a lot of work to do….