White Rim: From the Sublime to the Ridiculous

Posted by on Jul 22, 2008 in Moab | No Comments

The White Rim is a storied location. Vast and wide and mysterious. Gateway to an unknown wilderness, edge of the Maze, an alien world of ancient ghosts and impossible canyons.

As I rode the trail this spring I gazed out at the landscape feeling small, awestruck and otherwise soaking up the Abbey-esque vibes of the natural wonder and enchantment that surrounded me. It was one of those sublime moments, a rare connection with the intangible world beyond our own seeing, our own existence.

And then, a grown man on a single speed wearing knee-high church socks, plaid shorts and a basket on his handlebars passed me.

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3 Comments

  1. MOCougFan
    July 22, 2008

    2 Questions:

    Did he have daisy’s in his basket?
    Did you laugh at his socks and shorts?

  2. Ski Bike Junkie
    July 22, 2008

    They were ski socks, not church socks. Duh.

  3. Grizzly Adam
    July 22, 2008

    No daisies, but there was a stuffed gorilla I think.

    I did laugh. But Dug pulls off the look so well. And he is fast. So you have to take him seriously. But not too seriously.

    Ski socks eh? Now that you mention it I have a pair in my drawer. I doubt though I could get away with it.

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