Swimming in Green with the boys
Took both Bren and Dev for a dip in Green Canyon. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Month: June 2023
Hanging out with Dev
First ride up Jardine Juniper. Devin’s first time riding it. The wildflowers were in full bloom. The ride – Jardine Juniper The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Splish Splash the Ripmo needs a bath
The Ripmo spent lots of time playing in the creek today. In all my years of riding I’ve never seen water flow in Green Canyon. Today we got really wet. Also, on my 13 mile ride today I turned over 1666.6 miles on the Ripmo. Together, we’re tempting all the fates. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Bumpy ride
First ride out on the Bianchi this year. I must re-adapt to the pounding it provides on rocky trails. The Logan River is running high. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
Crappy but pretty
In my ongoing battle with cows I’m still losing. Less excrement on the trails but more belligerent beasts blocking the way. No idea how there wasn’t poop everywhere today. I made the climb to the quarry for the views and ran into a full team of fire fighters and the county sheriff. I asked what was up and got nothing but they assured me there
Accidental Tour de Hyrum
Every road into Hyrum was closed or blocked by a train this morning which led me to wander until I found my way. The ride – Paradise The bike – Time VRS Fluidity
Bovine bulldozers doing their worst
Today was a crappy ride on this first day of summer – literally. Spent quite a bit of post ride time cleaning excrement off my bike and body. It was gross. The livestock have plowed up most of the upper loop and have done a fine job destroying trail, creek and vegetation. By rights they have every legal reason to be there but it just
Zwift in the mountains
It’s pouring rain and I’m still fighting a head cold so in the middle of June I’m on Zwift. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
Zwift HERD group ride
Not feeling great today so I’m Zwifting The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
The beller of bovines means a storm of cow crap is coming
Froze my toes into a lasting numbness with all the creek crossings. In spite of frozen phalanges it was a perfect day to ride through the lush green growth only present this time of the year. On the way down the cows were making their way up the road. I’m hoping they continue way up into the canyon but I suspect my next ride will
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