Crisp, Sunny, Painted Mountains

The crisp air of Fall contrasted with the heat of an afternoon sun. My toes are still thawing out. They’ll thaw out. The colors of Autumn deserve every second that can be spent in the woods.

The Ripmo was feeling especially aggressive today and the dirt was especially perfect allowing for a symphony of color, air and ripping. Now that we’ve worked out our issues the Ripmo and I are best friends.

Colors from the cockpit

If you have the time I highly recommend dumping whatever you are doing and putting yourself in the mountains. Preferably on a mountain bike.