An Epic Ride? Try the Colorado Trail Race
“Epic” is an adjective hammered into the ground when describing our particularly ambitious and beautiful rides.
To be fair, an epic is largely a personal thing. One person’s death ride may be a spin for another. Maybe your epic is a three-hour non-stop technical romp. Or it could be a ride that doesn’t so much test skills as it does fitness. Hell, maybe it just offers up jaw-dropping beauty.
So, yeah, epic is all in the eye of the beholder.
But when Singletrack.com laid eyes on Scott Morris’ photos and diary from the recently completed Colorado Trail Race, our notion of epic took on new meaning.
Thumbnail: Denver to Durango, the Rockies, 470-plus miles, 65,000 feet of elevation gain, highest point 13,200 feet, totally self-supported.
Oh, and lest we forget 300-plus miles of singletrack.
That, friends, is epic. And as the photos attest: Absolute Epic Beauty.
“I found myself cleaning switchbacks, at 13,000′, in the dark, and still yearning for more. Holy crap, can it get this good?” Morris writes in his CTR diary. “The moon outlined a faint cloud, then flooded the tundra with white light. Several false summits led to Coney Summit proper, the high point of the entire Colorado Trail (wilderness included). To my surprise, the first 600′ of the descent is butter smooth, well graded and, well, a damned hoot to ride. Pinch me, is this for real?
“We continued descending past Carson saddle, to the lowest spot for a day in either direction. And that was about 12,000 feet. … Clouds zoomed across the effulgent sky, ghostly dancers to these tired eyes. So fast and so close, almost as if I could join them in their waltz through the troposphere. Just as the sky dancer dreamscape began to unfold I noticed something larger moving in, just as fast. Grey and solid. Rain clouds.”