There weren’t quite enough clouds to dissuade me from dragging us fifteen miles down the freeway to Fruita to check out the Kokopelli trails this morning. However, there were enough to get us significantly wet after an hour. The plan was for me to take Valerie around the beginner Rustler Loop & then go off & attack some of the more well-known trails. The loop started off with a nice long (for a beginner trail) climb & then proceeded to go around the outside the top of a small mesa above the Colorado. Near the trailhead was a bit of private land – these people have their house in the side of a big rock!

The trail was mostly nice, but there were some interesting switchback & short sharp rises that induced a bit of walking on Valerie’s part. There some quite tricky little features in the rocks that had me thinking too, but at least I managed to clear the whole trail – that would have been a dent to my confidence, not making it around a beginners’ trail. Posted around the trail were lots of little signs with riding tips – I stopped to read these while waiting, I also looked at the river a lot & pondered just how close & dark the clouds were getting. Half way around it started drizzling & slowly the rain set in – we made it back to the car quite wet. I deliberated for sometime & then decided to come back another day soon when it wasn’t so wet & the trails wouldn’t be that awful red mud.
I’m not sure Valerie appreciates that she is mountain-biking in Fruita, Colorado & the significance of that!


The original idea with the Palisade wineries was to bike between them in the sun one afternoon, lack of sunshine meant we went for the driving option. The area, as well as having many vineyards, is also a very strong fruit growing area. Consequently, many of the wines we tasted were fruit flavoured – they were great. Being mid-week before the summer break it was pretty quiet & we spent a good few hours chatting aimlessly with friendly Coloradans over many small glasses of wine & mead. It was the most time we’ve tracked out the “she’s my aunt from Australia, I’m from New Zealand & have just finished living in Canada near Banff for a year & we’re doing a three-month roadtrip” story in a row. It was a delightful afternoon – somehow Valerie couldn’t resist six bottles of wine, I’m not too sure how they are going to survive the back of the car with two bikes (“,the greyhounds…”). I resisted the wine, but not getting Kristy another fridge magnet – wine-touring in France is starting to sound like a good idea.
I may have mentioned before that quite a few of the towns we’ve been through have many statues & sculptures lining their main streets – Grand Junction has plenty. The much smaller Palisade has this beauty, from a distance it just looked like a lot of fire plugs (incidentally many of the plugs around GJ are not red but blue & yellow or green & yellow) on a stand.

Appropriately named Rusty was made entirely of bolts








These are appropriately called the Coke Ovens












Me & Anya doing some good Lafarge stretches – Greg standing by bemused.
Finn’s Minions trying to look worried by all the snow.
Megan & Alex before the start – which was delayed (very casual event), I assume for the snow.
Most of the field setting off.
Kristy did a great job of looking after our evil overlord/mascot, Finn
Megan heading out for her second lap – skiing was OK apparently (at least it wasn’t concrete-ice), apart from trying to pass when one had to go wide into the deep snow.
That’s me heading out on the bike – the first lap was the hardest five kilometres I’ve done in a long time (not helped by it being only 5 km I’ve done in anger for over four months). The snow was deep & rutted out – which meant that any time you hit a strange line you were suddenly going a different direction.
Alex finishing his ski leg before heading out on the bike.
Heading out on my second lap – yes, I look like a midget. Megan lent me her new 29er & I had the seat low as I knew I would be dabbing (putting my foot down) a lot. The wheels were great, the Crossmarks (tyres) not excellent for drive. The second lap was easier as a racing line had developed in some places & in others I’d learnt that the 29er was great for hitting the side of the trail & the fresh snow.
Anya heading out on the run.
Anya heading for the finish line – while the snow continues to fall, it must be warm as she’s ditched the hat.
Alex heading for the finish.
And across the line (said in a good Clarkson voice).
Our star skier receiving the post-race debrief from our coach/mascot/overlord.
I think we are celebrating the fact that we survived the snow. Worth celebrating too, a fun morning & we scored some Icebreaker spot prizes.
An indication of just how much snow there was to compete with – my car was cleared before the race & this was about four hours later.