We did see a lot of young, extremely well-fit (although certifiably insane) people on mountain bikes. You’d have to be crazy to want to ride a bicycle on this trail. In some places it was just dirt with loose rocks; in other places it was rocks with more rocks. Not for me, thank you very much.
When we got to Chicken Point, there were a bunch of people there who’d ridden up the back way on a Pink Jeep tour. I thought the jeeps were kinda cute, but I'll bet those folks got bounced around a lot in them. Imagine what they paid for those bumps and bruises!
On the way back, we detoured to see the Chapel of the Holy Cross.
I really like this country, and took a lot of pictures. Here are a few--check out the link at the end for more.