We braved a Sunday and the unexpected happened. We didn't catch fish. I don't think I've ever been skunked on the PT but today I was. All we could muster were remote releases of cutbows. Weather was great. While flows had recently increased to 450cfs, they were not too out of line from expected spring conditions of ~300cfs. Nonetheless there was low viz, high winds foiling rigs, crap in the water and precious few fish.
Rather than tempt bad luck further we didn't go to Valco but straight to the Pueblo St Pk trailhead. It was packed and we parked in overflow there. We had a quick lunch and donned gear for a ride - the recent weather missed this southern CO spot so trails were great. I brought the repaired Broadaxe and Da Boyz brought their fancy new full squish systems with all the trimmings.
My choice made me pay on a 1 mile canyon rock section accessed after pushing up a gully. Oh well, most of it was awesome and the hardtail was fine. The canyon was a good, successful, test of my carbon fiber repair anyway. You might think I am social distancing here but the extreme nature of my fall back position is more one of fat boy distancing.
I found a poor soul's canister and tool on the ride and gave it to a guy back at the trailhead. Jim showed us the way into a submerged trail. I got the triple selfie from Pedro's Point (with our return destination, the marina, in the background).
We rolled on back via the south shore trail after crossing an inlet. I shared an aptly named hazy IPA from Snake River, Earned It. The 14mi and 1Kft vert ride saved the day.
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