The town I grew up in, Cañon City, is on the Front Range about an hour east of Salida. It’s 60 twisting, turning miles down the Arkansas River through Big Horn Sheep canyon. Growing up, we called this stretch of Highway 50 “the River Road”.
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So there I was, just riding along, nearing the end of my local Tuesday morning ride, not unlike hundreds of other morning rides I’ve done since moving to Salida. Being the middle of the week, there weren’t a lot of people out and I had the trails mostly to myself.
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It’s a testament to the quantity of trails around here that after riding 3 – 4 times a week most every week for three years straight there are still trails I haven’t explored. I’m a lucky man. One of those unexplored trails is Starvation Creek.
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Under the category of “it’s on the Internet so it must be true” People for Bikes just released their 2023 city ratings.
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Once upon a time, around 1994 or so, back when I started mountain biking, anyone who rode a mountain bike, rode a bike with 26-inch diameter wheels.
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Something you find out about quickly in Colorado is how distances between places get distorted by the terrain of the state. On a map, two towns may look close to each other but because there’s a mountain range between them, the practical distance, the distance you have to drive, is surprisingly far.
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