After surviving the sharp rocks of Bootleg Canyon Matt and I trekked north east to St. George Utah and the venerable Gooseberry Mesa.
I've read much about riding slickrock and seen mucho pictures and videos, but somethings you just have to see and feel to believe.
It's a little like God squeezed a tube of toothpaste out and it turned to rock. The rock is coarse as rough grit sandpaper. Even a little crash here would take some
serious skin with it.
While taking a break out on the point Matt munched on a granola bar. In a moment of weakness he let the wind grab the empty wrapper and carry it off the cliff. "Yeah, I'm that guy." He said in disgust as his trash swirled off the mesa. Several minutes later when we had finally moved on from what a deplorable litter bug he was that same wrapper came flying back over the top of the cliff. Unfortunately we were still unable to nab it because you don't go chasing stuff around 5000 ft above the valley floor.
The only thing that would have made that better is if it would have hit it him right in the face. That would've been truly cosmic.
Just a few miles into our skateboard park ride I noticed my Green Lantern mojo was going with the heavy metal, arm raised, fist pump action going on. He had always been fully poseable, but he apparently never felt the need to break with decorum until now. Rock on GL.
The riding was a blast. Countless dips, steps and gullies to play on. The rock gave you amazing traction to get over things you would never think possible. After awhile you start to feel like you can ride over almost anything.
Matt telling himself double red diamond (instead of black) and "Extreme Difficulty" can't really be as bad as it sounds. For once, he was right, it was exhausting but it was sawright.