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 contain plenty of bull pucky.

The ride – Providence Canyon

The bike – Ibis Ripmo