Hunting color

If you climb high enough the trees are starting to turn colors. Bits of Millville are torn up thanks to our four legged beef producing friends. I was kind of OK with that since it gave me a couple of chances to walk a few feet and let me heart rate settle before once again red lining it to the heart attack zone. Even with the moon dust and hoof prints this is such a spectacular place to ride.

The ride – Millville Canyon

The bike – Ibis Ripmo