Tarp-bound for three days. I can't think of any better way to spend a long weekend. We came to love the tarps. The tarps were our friends. When we closed our eyes at night, all we saw was blue...yes, blue...... tarps. We picked a bad weekend to try to tackle a few epic rides in Crested Butte - a freak multi-day shit storm stayed over the area for the entire time. We hunkered under the tarps to stay dry and when a patch of "lighter" clouds appeared, one of us would never fail to say "Hey man, I think it's clearing up". It never did. Beers were opened way too early. The first day we managed a 2.5 hour ride in the ridge behind camp and back down a nasty little muddy-as-hell singletrack. By the bottom, everybody needed new brake pads. Day two started with...um....rain! We headed into town for brake pads. While there, we saw our shadows cast by this crazy ball of light in the sky. We busted ass back to camp to grab the bikes but by the time we got there the ball of light turned to small drops of water coming out of the sky and out of the coners of our eyes. Then there was a break - we busted a move and headed out east towards Crystal Peak. Two-hour climb and then the rain came back. Dave K, Kevin and Schnieder headed for the peak and got stopped at the saddle where there was beer, cheap tacos and naked ladies - it was raining so they didn't stay long. Meanwhile Me, John and Dave F. headed back and were dry, tarped up and liquored up.
Who needs blue sky when you got a blue tarp?
Safety meeting
Dave and Dave
The start of something good - if you call steep slick mud "good"
Schneider decided to wear his finest white jersey
The break
Holy shit - the sun
Um....nevermind
Dave, Jeff and Kevin tryin' to saddle-up. (Might want to click to enlarge)
Who needs blue sky when you got a blue tarp?
Dave, Jeff and Kevin tryin' to saddle-up. (Might want to click to enlarge)
