I spend a lot of time during the winter months doing my best Edward Abbey impression. That is, I write a lot here about my affection for Utah’s canyon country. And while I truly do love the deserts of the Southwest, the Rocky Mountains are where I call home.
Right above me, in the mountains shadowing my front porch are some of the greatest trails I have ever ridden. And within those trails, only needing the slight prod of being strewn together is an epic one (two, three?) day route that will rival anything the canyon country so readily offers up.
I have mentally mapped out several variations of a “trans-Wasatch”, something I am now calling the Wasatch Classic. It will be a point to point route, some 100ish miles, to start with, with the option in the future to expand. After all, the Wasatch Front is humongous, and the trails and fire roads literally spaghetti across the mountains in every direction imaginable.
Over the next days and weeks and months I will put tread to trail, some that I am familiar with, others that will be terra incognita (there’s more Abbey for ya…) as I map out a route across the rocky slopes that rise up from the floor of the Great Basin.
At some point, on a certain day and time, anyone willing, will be invited to line up and TT the newly minted route. Free of charge, and unsupported of course.