In the last week of September 2016, twenty something Ibis riders of all shapes and sizes flocked to Moab to participate in the first-ever Ibis Migration. High in the La Sal mountains, a group of thoroughly stoked folks made their nests among the densely-packed, soaring aspens, xanthous in their fall foliage (go ahead, look it up).
Sit down, hold on and get ready for a visual feast. We brought Bill Freeman along to document the trip. Enjoy his photos of the spectacular La Sals.
The chilly mornings found us savoring expert-level cappuccinos pulled by Espresso Bob on his freshly converted-to-propane vintage Astoria. He even had it hard plumbed it into his sprinter. Bob went so far as to provide us with a special high altitude roast, made especially for pulling shots at 9,200′ campsite.
The riders chose their trail machine for the day from the demo van, which came fully stocked with every flavor of Ripley, Mojo 3, and HD3.
After we kicked some Burro Pass ass, we relaxed, and the all-pro Rim Tours crew prepared and served dinner. The aspen trees glowed bright orange, then mustard, saffron, and amber, as the sun set on Warner Lake.
Post-ride campfires have a way of livening the mood, especially when there’s Single Track Spirits whiskey (distilled by Ibisian Tom Pettinger) and 40 Buck Chuck magnums to be had. It was quite a party – we’ll just say there was hula hooping and a piñata. Whatever else happened in the mountains will stay in the mountains.
On the final day the Ibis riders got a full serving of the Whole Enchilada. An 8000-foot descent from snow white to pine green to slickrock red put a permanent smile on everyone’s mug. It doesn’t get much better than that.