9.14.09 Sand Canyon

Monday morning we drove about 10 miles out of town to a place called Sand Canyon. The ride was somewhat Phil's World-esk but with a creepy aura of Pheblo ancients from the past. We started up riding on long exposed sections of sandstone rock then quickly come upon various ruins tucked away in the mesa's ledge...a smaller untourist tainted version of Mesa Verde that we had all to ourselves. The weather gave us the perfect combination of sun and clouds with a rare desert breeze. After about two hours of rolling in and out of various small canyons, the singletrack rolled us quickly downhill back to the big marshmellow we call our minivan.