I picked up my friend Landon from his mom’s house in the hills of Bella Vista, Arkansas. We were about to embark on a life changing adventure through the United States. The plan was to head west, taking 3-4 weeks to hit some amazing spots that would fuel our mountain biking addiction. We packed into my Jeep Wrangler and headed to Colorado. We were meeting up with some of my friends that attend the University of Arkansas in Vail. Because we were a couple days ahead of schedule, we cruised to my friend Cole’s place in Boulder where we would sample the different coffee and beer flavors that the Rockies had to offer.
It felt like I was trying to breathe cold air out of a plastic bag.
Somehow, our sea-level bodies made it to the top of the mountain.
We slept well on Coles floor - well equipped with sleeping mats and sleeping bags that far exceeded our needs. It felt like a 5-star resort compared to what we were going to experience in Wyoming. We chugged some coffee, scarfed a couple donuts down and headed to the Antelope trail just outside Boulder. Our lungs weren’t prepared for the 3-4 mile climb at the start. It felt like I was trying to breathe cold air out of a plastic bag that kept recycling itself. Somehow, our sea-level bodies made it to the top of the mountain. Now was time for the fun part. A steady descent to the backside of the trail system that offered rock drops, garden crawls, and plenty of speed with a couple jumps scattered in there.
Needless to say, the ride was epic.
Antelope Trail, Boulder, Colorado
Photo: Landon Kennedy
Needless to say, the ride was epic. The ground was packed well with a thin sandy dirt that gripped the tires just enough and released through turns when we wanted to slip our back tires out and spit up dirt. We had no serious falls, just a short slip up when we were frolicking through a flat going no more than 7mph and I was looking off in the distance trying to take in the beautiful views when all of a suddenly my bike stopped dead in its tracks and I front-flipped over my handle bars and back-flopped straight onto a boulder. We laughed about it and headed back to the truck.
Suddenly my bike stopped dead in its tracks, I front-flipped over my handle bars and back-flopped straight onto a boulder.
The ride was over and we were toast. To our dismay, we managed to get ourselves lost on the ride back. We ended up about 3 miles away from my jeep on a dusty county road that seemed to wrap around the entire mountain. I told Landon I was certain that we needed to head…lets say north. (I had no clue). Luckily, I was right, which isn’t often. We made it back and enjoyed the room temperature canned chicken breast that awaited us, along with some Powerade. It was a feast.
We went back to Coles, drank some beers and took off the next morning for Vail, Colorado where we would party in luxury for the Go Pro Games.