A snowflake fell as I headed out of the parking lot up to the Amasa Back trailhead. Then another fell.
A few minutes later, as I crossed the creek bed with water in solid form and headed up the trail, a nice light dusting of snow was falling from the grey sky. If I was going to have my first Moab mountain biking experience, it was going to have to be in the snow.
I climbed up the slickrock, occasionally not seeing the white blazes that were nearly invisible under the two-to-three snowflake deep snow. Traction was fine, other than when the trail consisted of snow pack from the storm that passed through two weeks ago.
By the time I was up on the back side, the snow had stopped. I took a few photos:
On the way back down, the snow started up again. I followed my ascension tracks. Looking out at the big walls in the snow shower, I was content in the moment.
At the frozen creek, I pedaled across and rode and hike-a-biked back up the ledge to the dirt road that was now snowy.
Two hours in the saddle made for a great day.
hmm. looks like white mesa…but without with wind 😛