Facing Fears: Conquering Colorado On A Downhill Mountain Biking Adventure
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โDoes everyone know where the bikeโs back break is?โ
I breathe a sigh of relief. So far my introductory course to downhill mountain biking at Winter Park Resortโs Trestle Bike Park in Colorado is manageable.
Despite knowing the answers to the preliminary questions, however, my heart is beating out of its chest and my blood pressure feels like one of those strong man carnival games where you pound a puck with a mallet to hit the top bell.
Iโm out of breath and we havenโt even left the bike shop yet.
The full-face helmet, knee and shin guards, gloves, and full-body padding warn me the day is about to get more adventurous … by a lot.
Despite riding my bike almost daily around NYC and exploring trails around the USA like Idaho’s Route of the Hiawatha trail, downhill mountain biking has always been a fear of mine. It just looks so out of control, with so many possibilities for what could go wrong:
Falling off a mountain, bashing into a tree, tumbling over the handlebars, simply looking like an idiot.
Deep breathing and lots of water help calm me down, and I vow not to let myself back out.
Funny enough, I didnโt sign up for the lesson because I thought I would be the best — although one can hope; instead, I booked this excursion because I wanted to face a fear. I wanted to use travel for one of its most powerful purposes: growth.
My previous days traveling around Coloradoโs Grand County had been full of Rocky Mountain hiking, high altitude kayaking and dude ranch barbecuing — all things I loved, and knew I would love when deciding to do them.
Downhill mountain biking was something that could very well bring me to tears, break my bones or just be something I hated. It could also be something I excelled at, made it through with a smile and absolutely loved. We would soon find out.
Worst came to worst, I would leave with some gnarly scars and a great story to tell. See, I like to think positive.
Downhill Biking: Learning The Basics
After a chat about safety and how to properly downhill bike, our group of eight, six students and two instructors, Christy and John, spend some time on the bunny hill practicing our strong stance — standing tall without locked knees, arms wide on the bars with elbows out, body slightly back, and pedals flat on an even plane.
We also talk about our experience with downhill biking. Letโs just say my title of โurban commuter cyclistโ wasnโt going to get me any street mountain cred with these folks.
I feel pretty good about my stance, although will every passing moment I feel myself getting farther from the bunny hill and closer to the dayโs terrifying adventure.
Which begins with the lift.
I actually enjoy heights, and thus enjoy chairlifts. While Iโve taken chairlifts skiing, the downhill bike chairlifts alternate bike and human chairs.
To get my bike on, I follow the chair as it drifts away from me and run my bike up a metal ramp slot until both wheels are secure.
As I use all my strength — which Iโll admit isnโt much — to get the bike into the slot the front wheel awkwardly turns away from where it needs to go. Luckily, John is there to grab the bike and fix it.
Shake it off, Jessie.
The next chairlift picks me up, and I forget fear during the 10-minute flight, views of lodgepole pines, Parry Peak (which looks oddly like a catcherโs mitt), and the Continental Divide captivating my mind.
When I get off the lift, Iโm standing at 10,500 feet (3,200 meters).
Itโs from this high altitude that Iโll begin downhill biking.
The Adventure Begins
Trestle Bike Park features over 40 miles (64 kilometers) of mountain bike trails, although there is only one green (beginner) trail. Like skiing, trails are labeled by colors — green, blue and black, along with special blue blacks and double blacks — with much of the parkโs terrain designated for advanced riders.
The single-track green trail Iโd be embarking on, called Green World, is about 5.5 miles (nine kilometers) long, with plenty of action along the way to satisfy any adrenaline junkie.
John leads while Christy pulls up the rear, with students cycling over a downhill wooden rollover — I have a bit of a panic attack with this — as well as rough and rolling terrain.
Iโm not used to the bumps and rocks, and find myself staring down at the ground as well as at the many pines I donโt want to crash into.
I canโt stress enough how bad this is. When downhill mountain biking you need to look at the path ahead, focusing on where you want the bike to go.
Your bike tends to follow your eyes, so if youโre staring at the scary rocks and cliff ledges you donโt want to interact with you may find yourself doing just that.
While the instructors have told us this, itโs much easier said than done. Especially when we get to the trail turns.
Weโre told to look ahead and to gently brake before the turn — not during or things can get hairy. Braking is possibly one of the most important skills to master for downhill biking.
It should be gentle with one finger, assuming your bike has good brakes, which it should. Brake too hard with your rear break — the one on the right (in the US, different for motorcycles) — and youโll just damage the bike and the trail.
Brake too hard with your front brake and youโll likely find yourself flipped over the handlebars when the bike halts to a standstill. Itโs truly an art to master.
And I do, albeit shakily, and not without yelping like a wounded animal. Iโm sweating so much from anxiety I need to remove my sunglasses and pour water on my face.
Iโve skydived, bungee jumped, zip-lined, rock climbed, swam cage-less with hammerheads and gone canyoning without a second thought; but, for some reason, this downhill biking seriously freaks me out.
Thereโs something about being in control of your own life using a skill youโre not sure you possess thatโs seriously terrifying.
The thing is, Iโve now gone up the chairlift and am in the middle of the woods, on a downhill single-track trail that still has five miles to go. Thereโs no turning back. Iโve either got to suck it up, believe in myself and get on with it, or ask to be air rescued.
Luckily, Iโve got a little too much pride for the latter.
When Being The Worst Is A Good Thing
Despite my worries of being the worst in the group, itโs soon something I really just have to own, especially when John splits us up into two groups — one of five, and one of one.
Me.
Heโs trying so hard to be nice about the fact Iโm 10 times slower than everyone else that I have to laugh.
โItโs okay, Iโm fine with being the worst,โ I laugh. โIโm glad for the one-on-one practice.โ
The rest of the group is supportive, wishing me luck and telling me Iโm doing great. Soon, theyโre on their way and Iโm left alone with my awesome instructor for the day, Christy.
Iโm not sure why I was so afraid of being the worst, as itโs actually landed me a private lesson. I already feel more comfortable simply not having other eyes on me.
Iโm still a bit shaky, and Christy tells me that Iโm doing everything right, technically, but that I need to relax. Iโm rigid and fearful, and that alone is what is affecting my performance.
My confidence in my abilities doesnโt come quickly or easily; however, after mile two, my heart has stopped beating out of my ears and Iโm actually having fun, silently reciting my favorite inspiring mountain quotes to pump myself up.
And Iโm downhill biking! Iโm really doing it.
Finding My Confidence
Certain sections are harder than others, and we go over numerous segments with wide sharp turns, steep declines, huff-inducing inclines and huge rocks that just that morning I never would have believed I could do.
At one point we reach a particularly precious looking turn that I just canโt bring myself to do — literally stopping short at the top each time I try — and end up walking my bike around it, instantly feeling angry at myself for giving up.
โThereโs another one coming up thatโs slightly different than that one, so youโll have a chance to try again,โ says Christy.
When we get to the second turn, I give myself a head start with pedaling, take a deep breath, utter a โyou can do thisโ mantra and … go.
I easily make it around the scary curve unscathed and with a smile.
Christy smirks, โRemember how I said that turn was slightly different? It was steeper and longer. I just didnโt want to freak you out. You did it!โ
After that my confidence shoots through the roof. I feel invincible, simply because I successfully tackled something I wasnโt quite sure I could master.
The last leg of the trail introduces me to rollers, essentially a pattern of up and downhill slopes. For this, Christy teaches me how to โpumpโ the rollers, which means moving your body up and down in tune with the slopes, providing speed and smoothness for the ride. While I wouldnโt say I mastered them, I feel like I got the hang of them to the point where I was proud.
The trail ends with level mountain trails, until the very end where thereโs a long downward slope where I think I might bite the dust. But, I donโt. And I finish in one piece.
I could have easily spent the day at Winter Park Resort riding the alpine slide or doing the maze — which I do, and are awesome — but I also wanted an experience that would take me out of my comfort zone and help me grow as a person.
Downhill biking at Trestle Bike Park ended up being one of the most epic bike rides of my life.
It provided exactly that in an active and fun way, and introduced me to something I wasnโt great at when I started, but feel I could somewhat master with more practice.
Looks like I have a new activity to incorporate into my upcoming travels.
Have you ever tried downhill mountain biking in Colorado?
My trip was sponsored by Visit Colorado. I was not required to write this post nor was I compensated for it. As always, all opinions are my own, and all writings are based on my personal experiences in the destination.
Logistics:
Getting There & Around: Travelers can fly into Denver International Airport. From here, itโs about a two-hour drive to Winter Park Resort. If you just plan on spending time at the resort and exploring their mountain sports and onsite rides and restaurants, thereโs no need for a car, especially in winter when their free shuttle takes you around town, as well; however, summer travelers wanting to explore beyond the resort or those wanting to do a longer trip should rent a car.
I recommend Home James Transportation for a shuttle service, and Avis for car rentals. For the trip between Denver International Airport and Winter Park Resort the cost was $69.
Health: Because Colorado is a high altitude state, make sure to hydrate before and during your trip. Eight glasses is not enough, and altitude sickness can creep up on you without warning.
Travel Insurance: I recommend taking out a plan with Allianz Global Assistance.
Language: English
Currency: US Dollars
Fun Fact: Charles Lindbergh and his wife, author Anne Morrow, spent time in Grand County with friend, Harry Knight, whose place is now covered by Granby Reservoir.
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20 Best Road Trips From Denver
Epic Adventures In Colorado’s Grand County
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Conquering My Fear Of Heights At Portland Creek Canyon, Colorado
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