Day 3 had us heading to Grand Junction to ride the Ribbon and Holy Cross.
The slog up the road was a workout on the SS.
I like this trail already.
Not 100 feet down the trail I found the prick holding his bike and quietly crying and rocking.
With a newly built SS it was time to ride.
And then suddenly we were on a big slab of wet rock with sheer cliffs fog doing 30.
That was a little spooky.
Given the condition of the sky and the prick's bike we opted to bail on holy cross and wrap up the ride. It was a good thing too because once the sky opened up the last 50 ft of trail just went to clay and clogged up everything. I had to carry my bike because the wheels wouldn't turn.
Back at camp it looked like a bit more rain.
Better put the sides on the ez-up.
And then it was morning and time to drive for almost 9 hours.