So for months now, Garrett and I have been planning our Moab Thanksgiving weekend adventure. The food was bought, hotel reservations were made, trails were picked out...we even made it all the way there. We got up Thursday, Thanksgiving Day morning, drove 3 1/2 hours to Moab, rode the Klondike Bluffs Trail (thank god) and checked into our hotel room. The weather was damn near perfect for mountain biking in the desert. We went out to the Moab Brewery for a traditional Thanksgiving Day dinner. The food was really good and the beer was even better (only $2.50 for pints...beer specials seem like a rarity in Utah). So, our trip was off to a great start...
...And then Friday morning we woke up to this:
Just our luck. Snow...in Moab of all places...totally unpredicted, unforecasted SNOW. After much deliberation we decided to pack it up and head back to Salt Lake. It was still snowing pretty hard and it was too cold for it to melt. As we left the city limits of Moab, the ground was bare...not a glimmer of snow to be found. Only Moab. With all the biking we do on a regular basis, we were probably due for some bad weather. Oh well, maybe next time.
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