We were craving it: fresh ribbons of single track, grinding climbs, white-knuckle descents, solitude, dirt. Four friends, four loaded bikes (rush-packed, survival-style), vague plan, limited time. The consensus was to leave it wide open and see where the trail might lead in a condensed time frame. Not a month. It wasn’t even a week. Just a quick-and-dirty overnight, and we found exactly what we were after, just beyond the perimeter of Crested Butte’s famous must-ride trails. The time we had turned out to be time enough for the fix we needed. That is, until next time.
This story first appeared in the Patagonia Spring 2017 catalog.