Oh Idaho

I can't believe that Charles, Kado, and I are only two weeks away from our annual Idaho trip. The summer has absolutely flown by. As I talk about the trip to friends and customers, a lot of them have wondered why in the world we choose Stanley, Idaho as our destination. Most people ask why we're not going to Moab, Denver, Telluride, Fruita, Lake Tahoe, or one of the other various wildly popular mountain bike destinations. Mountain bike destinations are not unlike restaurants. Sometimes the best ones are little known, hard to find joints. Sure, you can get a great dinner at a national chain, but your experience is hardly unique or solitary. When we go to Stanley we literally have the whole place to ourselves, and the beauty is second to none. Mountain bike meccas have fancy burrito joints and bike shops that sell as many t-shirts as they do innertubes, but that's not what we're looking for. We're in search of great trails and great scenery in a solitary, serene location. On our way back home we will stop in Fruita to sample the trails there for a couple of days. We'll probably even stop in town for a burrito and a t-shirt, but I guarantee you that those won't be the things we'll remember years from now as we reminisce about our journey.