Slick Rock

Thursday, March 27th (Moab)

The author reading in the shade

As usual, my brother is insistent we go mountain biking, this time on a trail called “Slick Rock”. A very reassuring name. We start off by doing the training trail that we later discover is more difficult than the actual trail. Close to where the training trail meets up with the actual trail there is a dropoff followed by a sandpit. My older brother neglects to tell me how steep the dropoff is. The bike’s rear end rears up and pitches me over. I manage to recover wonderfully from the fall but I end up deciding to head back to the car instead of continuing. We get back but my little brother decides to go for a bike ride first. So, after he finishes I go home into the pool. When my dad goes back to pick up my brother he says he’s been waiting for a long time and he has done the whole trail.  Yeah right. He then complains that he sent me two text messages to let my parents know; my phone was on Airplane mode because HE told me to put it on. 
By Ethan