Logan Canyon is a beautiful place. I’ve been wanting to take out the Bianchi again (in spite of an unruly rear derailleur). With every change of the season Logan Canyon brings a new feast for the eyes. On the last climb to the rock slide I was pushing as hard as I could and not paying attention to much else. I came around the corner and was met by a rustling noise that at first I ignored. The I realized the source. Look close in the grassy, brown photo in the top middle and you’ll see what I heard. Luckily we both scared the other and our encounter was brief and uneventful. Be careful out there.
The ride – Logan River Trail
The bike – Bianchi Cavaria