usually december 6 means winter in these parts

Yeah, December 6 means a lot of things to a lot of people, but around here, it usually means nothing, except it’s usually cold and wintry.

Cept, well, today it felt different somehow. Maybe cuz it was warm(ish) and sunny and the trails were in absolutely perfect condition. We rode the Suncrest Crack Loop (check out Sam’s stats for the ride here.)

A good day for a ride. The troops gather. That’s Brad popping up from the singletrack that runs behind those houses.

My neighbor Karl is clearly over dressed. I bet his toes are warm though.

Brad at the Suncrest South overlook. I wish I could keep my fat fingers out of the frame. They say you can only do one thing with gloves on.

Um, Brandon, seriously, what IS that on your head?

Eric B. just before the magical downhill starts. Yup. It really is that nice out.

On the Crack downhill, Brad adds a degree of difficulty, with Kenny in tow.

And, because I’m THAT good a friend, here’s Brandon, um, “negotiating” the ramp.

Brad and Kenny hit the barrel roll portion, with Salt Lake far far (but not too far) in the distance.

Hey, a picture of me. How’d I do that?

Kenny railing the sweetly bermed corners. I think this is sweetly bermed corner number 100.

The don’t want you riding UP the downhill. Seriously, very grumpy German guys will yell at you if you try. And where do they get these German guys, considering this is Draper, UT. Maybe they’re imported.

That whole valley above Brad IS the downhill. 1500 feet of natural, yet somehow manufactured joy.

 

Wait, there’s more. And apparently I’m being overtaken by a UFO.

We finally run out of descent.

In Draper, where there’s a little room, there’s a trail.

The Fat Cyclist himself.

The trail just goes on and on (like this blog post).

Contemplating the final climb.

A barely discernible sign of Winter.

The final singletrack to home.

I LOVES me some Draper.