Late November, a light chill in the air around Hurricane Utah. Gooseberry Mesa calls my mountain bike. There’s other places where you can go faster (the JEM trail for one), but no where does the bike and the slick rock become one like Gooseberry. I consider myself a beginner, the intermediate “North Rim” trail had me getting off /bailing out several times today. But each trip it becomes more natural to let the bike roll with the rock; a union of trust, balance, timing, and muscle.
When you go to the Goose, take time to breath. I found three spots with great views, climbing out onto humps of slick rock a bit off the marked trail, where you can sit, listen, and feel the peace of the place.
A magical place, the picture at the header of this blog is of the West Temple of Zion, taken from a quiet spot on Gooseberry Mesa. A place I am most thankful for.