rm today having been lovingly groomed by local volunteers. The sun reflected beautifully off the snow. The trail past the upper parking lot towards the Mt Naomi Wilderness was also in fine form for a while. The nightmare doesn’t begin for a mile or so. At that point the grooming ends and the only trail left is from hikers that attempted to wade through the deep snow. It’s like a deeply rutted road bombed by artillery. I didn’t see any tracks and so I believe the pot holes mark the end of the road for fat bikes. That’s fine. There are miles of perfect trail to ride and I loved every second of it.
The ride – Green Canyon
The bike – Salsa Beargrease