The Jardine Juniper called to me in a dream. The Ripmo heard it too. Perfect temperatures and deep blue skies justified the timing. An explosion of Autumn colors across the mountains left me as breathless as the climb. The loose rubble kept the Ripmo busy chewing and spitting, flinging rocks and picking up the occasional pine cone. We both had a great time. The ride
We took a Sunday drive up Providence Canyon and destroyed a tire resulting in chaos and driving a spare where a spare should never be driven. Today the Ripmo and I sought revenge but Autumn is just to pretty in these mountains and we ended up shooting a bunch of photos instead. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Loose rock and moon dust feel like ice and snow in the corners. Rain is coming and that will help settle the trails back into a less slippery state. While the Ripmo and I wait for the binding power of water to work magic on our worn, beaten, beloved dirt strip we’ll pause to herald the beginning of the most colorful time of the year.
If you climb high enough the trees are starting to turn colors. Bits of Millville are torn up thanks to our four legged beef producing friends. I was kind of OK with that since it gave me a couple of chances to walk a few feet and let me heart rate settle before once again red lining it to the heart attack zone. Even with