Portal trail for breakfast then Grand Canyon for afternoon tea.
Sorry I missed you guys yesterday. We stayed at the Grand Canyon last night. I’m not much of a conspiracy theorist kind of guy but I am seriously doubting that Man ever walked on the moon. How can the US of A land a spacecraft on the moon in 1964 when they can’t even get wifi to work at the Grand Canyon in 2016. ( I can’t even check my facts that 1964 is the right year).
Back to riding. Yestarday we woke again at 5:30 am for the short 20 minute drive to the end of Portal trail to commence the 60 minute push up a cliff face to catch the 7:32 am sunrise. For some reason only known to broken old family men in the middle of a road trip away from their wives and kids, it took us 2 hours from waking to get on our bikes. So we did manage sunrise, just at the wrong end of the trail.
After a reasonably cruisey push, carry, pedal up the trail we were rewarded with yet another incredible vista over Moab but from a different angle and with out much arseing about we headed back down to ride the most fun trail in Moab.
Portal is a mix of all the trails in the area. Fast flowing singletrack with stunted tress and precipitous drops morphing into huge rock slabs and loose rock gardens where you can fan out and choose your own lines. If you thought Porcupine Rim was a little scary, then you really do need to bring your toilet paper along on this ride. The drop is miniscule by comparison, but the distance from the very narrow trail edge to said drop is measured in inches, not feet. There are a couple of warning signs and one pleads with you to dismount so you won’t die like 3 previous riders who got a little cocky.
The early sun lit up the rich red rock and we also got some of the best photos of the trip. What a stunning trail, we really should have turned around and pushed back up for another thrill but the Grand Canyon was calling so after a quick stop for showers and sandwiches at the house, we hit the road for the 5 and ¾ hour drive to the biggest crack in the earth passing through the incredible Monument Valley.
A quick stop for a few pics at the GC which is our first taste of Native American Indian country with roadside stalls selling local artefacts, Navajo to be precise, and then we settled in to our motel for the night and headed across to another Mexican restaurant for dinner and one too many margheuritas and another early night. I’m sure Jeff would like to blame the alcohol but he had only one drink by the time we were served dinner and we got the quote of the trip….
Jeff to waitress: “ It’s great to finally meet a native American Indian”
Waitress to Jeff: “But I’m Thai”.
A lot of laughter ensued and I’m pretty sure I wet my pants a little once again (damn prostate).