The Jardine Juniper called to me in a dream. The Ripmo heard it too. Perfect temperatures and deep blue skies justified the timing. An explosion of Autumn colors across the mountains left me as breathless as the climb. The loose rubble kept the Ripmo busy chewing and spitting, flinging rocks and picking up the occasional pine cone. We both had a great time.
The ride – Jardine Juniper
The bike – Ibis Ripmo