With Keith keeping track of all his camp outs on his blog www.50nights.blogspot.com It prompted me to keep track of my Moab trips this year. Number one was a great start!
A wee bit of snow, but nothing Greg had a problem riding through on those big rumblin wheels of his.
The trail conditions weren't stellar, but it's January, even in Moab.
The new bike is amazing. Once I get my seat to handlebar position figured out it will be a VERY sweet place to do business.
We were all wishing for a sunny Moab day. Mary, however, pointed out that we were all going to be riding our bikes, not hiking, not injured--healthy. Every day is a gift to savor. As much as I love sunny days, this one will stick out in my mind. There are plenty of chances to catch a sunny bluebird day out here, but most folks never see it like this, the crazy steamy clouds, the way the snow gives the red cliffs definition---massiveness! There is a sense of size you can feel as much as see. It was magnificent day!
Keith didn't get a chance to feel how snappy his new wheels are, due to his little chainring being worn out. He had to do the whole ride in his middle ring. Some one get that guy a 1x9 and a chainguide!
Tradition says I had to hit the Super 8, despite it being completely snow covered. (last year in January it was dry) It was a sketchy landing and I found the bottom of my suspenders.
Push Push Push, actually we did very little of this. Not bad for a 37 degree, cloudy day.
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My first ride in Tucson is always Fantasy Island. It's fast and fun and a good way to get used to being on the saddle again. 
Gus prefers his white shirt for rides in the intense southern sun. I wet it down with water, Gus's own custom swamp cooler.
The day after Christmas I headed out for a ride in the Rincon Mountains. I linked the Arizona Trail to my favorite, La Milagrosa.
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Bugs was in primo condition, just a little snow to make it nice and technical.
And the perfect sunset to end a near perfect ride.
Travis gives his approval of the trail we will soon start. He's fresh, as he shuttled up with his dad. Nancy and I had just climbed from the valley below. What Travis doesn't know at this point, is that there will be a LOT more climbing yet to do. YES DUDE!
National Trail is a chunky monkey. Leg withering steep ledgy climbing, some nearly 3 ft high. I was loving my new 36 tooth cassette gear for this one.
Trail is above road in the background.
Finally the trail tipped downward. Travis was leaping into unknown chasms as if he had limitless suspension. I followed, because that's what I do.
Another great sunset. It's good to be riding bikes this time of year. LUCKY!
I love bridges, old ones anyway. It's one of the few man made structures that I like to photograph.
I would love to lay claim to this photo, but Mary shot this one. It's my favorite of the whole trip. This was the north side of the road--a wilderness. The south side was open to motorized travel, and well, it didn't look quite so good. Still, at one point in my life I dreamed of riding my moto at this place. Ironic now that I have had such a shift in my world view. 
Ocotillo at another amazing winter sunset.
I would call Joshua Tree Nat Park, "Really cool boulders Nat Park." Because there were not that many Joshua Trees that we saw in the park. However the Mojave Wildlife Preserve had whole forests of them, so did the out skirts of Vegas.
This was a classic motel sign on the salt flats along old Route 66.
Who new, that 10 min from Vegas there was this much great riding and scenery? 
Wild Burrow along the trail.
The Cowboy Trails. I have heard about these for 6 years. All the Vegas guys that would come through Moab had ridden them. 
Dave Gove showed me around. "I wanna be a cowboy baby."
The road was a sloppy mess, but once we hit the rock on Gooseberry it was all good. 
This is my second favorite shot of the trip. Our new camera is impressive. Email me if you want a bigger more detailed photo.
She's going on a year and two months off the bike, despite the pain in her hands Mary rode her bike. Can you see that smile? This was the highlight of my whole trip. Only about 30 min of riding, but it was the sweetest half hour of the two weeks we were out! 
Here's to a lot more of these in 2010!
Oh how shocking the cold was. Back to coats and gloves, layers and stocking hats. One last amazing sunset and it was back to Colorado.
The cutest girl I saw on the whole trip was also the smallest. Welcome to the world Auburn Rain Adamson. My niece.
