With an earlier start, we headed again to the Snow Park Lodge in Deer Valley using the Park City bus system. The first bus to stop at the terminal was doing bus driver training. For some reason, bus driver training did not seem to include carrying bikes. We acquiesced but later thought that we missed a great opportunity to extol the training virtues of both carrying bikes and going to Silver Lake Village, the upper stop in Deer Valley. The new driver has to learn these more challenging tasks sometime, after all. Opportunity missed; we boarded the next bus to the Snow Park Lodge.
From Snow Park Lodge, we headed over the ridge and dropped down to Bill’s All Time Favorite Trail, or at least one of them, Spin Cycle. Spin Cycle starts from the neighborhood road as a winding narrow singletrack through the dense aspens. At the lower elevations, the aspens still retained most of their intensely colored, flaming yellow foliage. The vibrant colors of the trees were the most vivid of the trip. With gentle flowing curves, Spin Cycle moves down the hill until it dropped us onto another neighborhood road amongst the widely spaced and largely unoccupied, multimillion-dollar winter
estates. Across the street, the trail continues in the manner that prompted Bill to name a trail at the UC “Spin Cycle”. With a seemingly endless number (Bill counted 34) of swoopy drainage crossings, the trail spirals amongst a blazing aspen grove and dropped us onto another neighborhood road. Compared to the UC’s Spin Cycle, the Park City original is more like home washing machine with a longer run time and less intense cycles. The UC’s version of the trail is more like an industrial washing machine with a shorter duration but steeper and more intense cycles of drainage crossings.
William the Navigator assumed control and we climbed back over the saddle. We then headed to a series of trails that might have included Deer Crest, Pipeline, Snowtop, Solamere, Gamble Oak, and Masonic. Then again, we might not have ridden any of these trails as proper trail identification was hard at best. (I plan on donating money earmarked for trail signs to the Park City Trail Foundation this winter!) The trails we rode, whatever their actual names, included long exposed stretches through brush and scrub and more tight and twisties through the intensely hued aspens. Finally, we took a surprisingly well-signed trail, ironically named Lost Prospector. Lost Prospector is a rolling level trail that wraps around a hill edged by the Highway 248 and Park Ave. corridors. There was no chance of getting lost on Lost Prospector as civilization was always in view. We dropped a final, short trail, S.O.S., another trail with steep, swoopy drainage crossings, this time more like UC’s Spin Cycle than Park City’s version.
At the end of S.O.S., we popped out onto a “Rails to Trails” bike path that took us back to town. The ride took us about 5 hours to complete. Near the trail exit, we chowed hungrily at one of the first restaurants in sight—Nick the Greek. Despite the restaurant’s name, the food was good and did not turn out to be a gamble. Given the availability of decent restaurants near trailheads here in Park City, I may give up on carrying Power Food and relegate myself to riding at just slightly below hurling speed.
Later in the evening, Becky arrived by air from the Bay Area. Thankfully, the Bill burden is spread amongst two people now. Still, phone calls to Bill from his Bay Area friends, if they can be identified, would still be vastly appreciated.
Restaurant recommendation: Nick the Greek—cheap Greek food near Dan’s (grocery store)