This is out my backdoor. A gentle ascent across town on a mix of bike lanes and dedicated bike paths leads to a dirt trail alongside a concrete drainage channel, and through a break in a fence. This is called Open Space and it abuts some of the nicer neighborhoods in town. Less than a mile from the pavement, a wire fence designates the Sandia Mountain Wilderness. Lael and I left home after dark with sleeping bags and pads, three beers, an avocado and a tomato. We picked up three burritos on the way. Lael brought her new pillow, a luxury she now cannot live without. The pillow is encased in a T-shirt. We rode singletrack by headlight for less than 20 minutes, and slept under the orange glow of the city. In the morning, we made a circuit of the Foothill Trails and returned home by drainage ditch, bike path and Whole Foods. I live in Albuquerque.
Tubeless fatbike set-up, coming soon.
