Getting High Breathing in Fall

Cleanish air and cool Autumn temperatures mean the Ripmo must get high. High we went up into the mountains. Dropping over loose rock and then climbing up loose rock once again affirmed that the Ripmo is the best climbing bike I’ve ever ridden. On days when I can supply the horse power this thing will roll over anything in its path.

We also took a few moments to breath the air and enjoy this:

The photos are pretty but don’t compare to the overwhelming sensory experience of being completely enrobed in color. I didn’t know my eyes could engage in the sin of gluttony.