The most fun since the backseat of your parents 55 Chevy...

Bobbie cranks up a moderate ascent—only a five minute bike ride or a ten minute walk south of the Zion River RV Resort near Virgin, Utah. There are so many options for lonely BLM backroads and single-tracks here, they loop and sweep every which way. If one comes here, or anywhere in Utah for that matter, without mountain bikes, they are missing out on some of the most fun that can be had since all those backseat hours spent in 55 Chevys "parking." Just like those secret parking spots of old, the roads around here are rarely traveled, views of Zion National Park's monuments and "temples" line the horizon as we peddle red packed soil through scented sage and cedar hills...mile after mile after mile, up and down, up and down. Of course you could walk it, which we often do, but there is nothing like the feeling of swooping back down well earned ascents.
This, my dear friends, is the Heaven that exists outside the often crowded entry gates of Zion. I'm beginning to wonder if we'll even go into the park this year :))  

Bobbie gets a kick out of playing on rollie pollie mounds... Hurricane's colorful Mesa is in the background, while The Boonster checks out the cell service. This would make a nice Boondock :)

The Virgin River cuts like a knife...

Below: A new bridge sits behind the old one...barely seen in its foreground.