I've been singing the praises of this ride for 15+ years. How beautiful the rock, how gorgeous the big-picture views, how obscenely, absurdly challenging the riding.
Scott, Scott and I rode it on Friday. 10+ hours out on the rock. Not one other soul encountered at any point. This despite the fact that you could practically see the dust cloud of the overcrowded trails around Moab from where we were.
From that I can only conclude that "mountain bikers" aren't into this sort of thing. Which is just boggling to me.
Their loss, on many levels.
As long as I'm able to swing a leg over a bike I will yearn to touch my tires to this rock, and thus to be both humbled and inspired.
Thanks for checkin' in.