Our family vacation in 1987 was to Steamboat Springs, Colorado, a trip that not only returned me to my beloved Colorado Rockies but also introduced me to backpacking, whitewater rafting, and mountain biking, activities that have dominated my outdoor life for the last three decades. I had never heard of the Routt National Forest, but I fell in love with it on a scenic15 mile day hike from Rabbit Ears Pass, along the Continental Divide Trail, and then down to Fish Creek Falls.
On this hike, I noticed numerous obvious campsites along the trail, triggering the urge to learn to backpack which we did as a family two years later after outfitting our family of four with the necessary gear. I have subsequently done over 60 backpack trips, some with friends, some with my sons, and many solo, as I've explored over 50 wilderness areas across the country, including a return to the Routt with a 1990 backpack here in its Mt. Zirkel Wilderness.
The next day in 1987, we rented mountain bikes at a local outdoor shop, and after asking the store clerk if there was a place to ride in the national forest, he said yes, there was a very nice but strenuous 20 mile bike loop available. He told us to bike over to the gravel Buffalo Road and head up it. We had to walk the bikes in a couple of really steep sections, but all three of us, my wife, 15 year old son, and I, were all runners and in good shape. The views looking back at the town far below us were awesome. My 10 year old son was not old enough for this experimental ride.
The clerk had told us to watch for a particular set of landmarks, and when we saw them, we then spotted the narrow trail that headed back down the mountain to the town. This was Spring Creek Trail which we began biking down, and on which we had an amazing adventure! Here's my 15 year old son...
As I look at these 30+ year-old photos now, I'm chagrined that we didn't have helmets on. All our biking around home had been on residential streets, and helmets were not in vogue back then so the thought had never entered my mind when we rented the bikes. And the fact that the clerk didn't supply them or even mention them indicates to me that the times were very different back in 1987. Nowadays I would never bike without a helmet! Below is a photo of me coming down the Spring Creek Trail in my Cubs hat...
Biking through creeks was new to us, of course, but didn't deter us -- just added to the fun of this new experience.
This stimulated my desire to do more such biking, and a few years later, I bought my first mountain bike, a Specialized Hard Rock, which replaced my 15 year old Sears Deluxe Varsity bike. Then in 2008 I began riding a Trek mountain bike.
We had Deer Grove Forest Preserve just three miles from our house, and one of my regular local biking routes travelled the residential street that paralleled the forest preserve for a mile. Then one day, with my new mountain bike which I was still getting used to, I ventured into the forest for a mile, but when the dirt trail turned south, I went back out to the road and continued my usual route.
The joy I’d experienced in the woods for that brief section remained with me all day and night, so the next day I biked that route once more, veered into the woods again, and was so captivated by the forest ride that I made the turn south and biked the entire six mile loop that followed the perimeter of the preserve. And I was hooked!
The trail had constant twists and turns and was replete with rocks and roots and ruts, and in the western section of the preserve it was like a roller coaster with up and down hills and constant blind turns, providing a challenging workout, wondrous scenery, and wildlife sightings. I was so enthralled that I then shunned my normal street rides and solely biked in the woods. Twice I nearly hit deer that were blocking the trail as they browsed the bushes as I came around blind turns.
But it still wasn’t enough. The preserve continued on the east side of Quentin Road which ran through its center. I was familiar with the woods over there because I had devised my high school's home cross country course there (I was one of the coaches) so I biked over there and explored the east side’s four miles of dirt single track. I loved it too, and added it to my biking route, thus making a 16 mile route which I biked many dozens of times over the next 30 years, and even though I've moved into my retirement townhouse 30 minutes away (which is right next to another preserve) I still return to my old favorite loop trail many times each year. I've since replaced the Hard Rock with a Trek mountain bike, but I still have the old bike for friends who wish to join me on a ride.
On our previous vacation here in 1982, we did our first whitewater raft trip. My youngest son was too young (5) for the trip, but they wanted to sell us a family trip so they let him go and we had to hang onto him. Here we are in the front of the raft enjoying the thrills! Even the youngest had a huge smile.
This raft trip inspired me to try canoeing, kayaking, and a lot more whitewater rafting. And since I love camping, many of my paddling adventures, be they via canoe, kayak, or raft, are multi-day trips where we camp on the shore each night, often in tents but sometimes just under the stars.
Though I'm 75 now, I biked 2700 miles this year. In 1999, I began a spreadsheet to log my biking, hiking, and paddling mileage, and now after 22 years my mileage totals are 44,699 for biking, 14,555 for hiking, and 2077 for paddling, and though I'm slowing down a bit as I age, I hope to keep adding to those totals in coming years. I have photos and info for all of my outdoor adventures listed in the sidebar at the top right of this page.
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