Sometimes it's tough living with a special needs four-legged zombie. Saturday started out as one of those days. I could see it in her eyes as soon as she finished breakfast. It was a "you're gonna take me out to play today or I'm gonna do something crazy while you're gone" look.
Normally I'm not so concerned when her brother and mother are around. But the better-half had taken CottonBall with her to SW Utah for some vertical bluff-scaling. For the next few days, it was just me and the little nuerotic one.
Friday night at the mixer I had spoken with my friend Angela about doing a Porcupine lap. It had just opened up recently and she was going with some other bad-ass lady-friends of ours. I felt honored to be invited on the ride, and bummed to bow out. I knew Lola needed to run wild, but Porcupine wasn't really dog friendly.
So we packed up the truck and headed north for the Sovereign trail. Although it's a short drive out to the trailhead, both of us couldn't wait to get out of the truck. Something about our rickety little toyota truck scares the bejeezus out of Lola. When we turned onto the dirt section, she bolted away from the passenger door and tried to climb on top of my head. It was rather difficult fighting off a 60 lb dog and navigating a sandy wash. I managed to get her out of my lap, but she slid beside me and extended her broom-handle legs enough to press all her weight against me. Ears cocked and body tensioned, there was no moving her until that door opened. She stomped on me like a doormat as soon as I lifted the handle.
I couldn't wait to wear this crazed beast down.
And ride some sweet singletrack.
We started at the trailhead on Dalton Wells road and went up to the left towards Cedar Mountain. I had never ridden some of that action and kept wondering to myself how this was possible.
I mean seriously....I couldn't believe I had never ridden this section of the Sovereign before. There was plenty of climbing to the mesa top top and no shortage of technical moves on the way. The climb up is mostly through a bentonite shelf, so as long as it's dry the trail is bomber. The bottom section is a groovy slickrock wash.
It was a good ride for both of us. I got to explore some "new" digs and Lola got the beat-down she needed to overcome her neuroses or whatever she has.
The weather was rather polite and we didn't see another soul out there.
Mmmm, singletrack.
I'm looking forward to riding this little gem again.
I think Lola is in too, as long as we don't take the Ez-truck.
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