Get Off My Trail
Dropped my son off to suffer at school whilst I headed into the mountains to ride. Father of the year I am, but clear air and perfect temperatures lured me into Logan Canyon to ride Jardine Juniper. Past sage brush and horse pucky I and the Ripmo climbed through dirt and over rock. We get along much better these days and we hardy fight at
Nice surprise this morning. I went to bed with gloom and smokey skies and a terrible day forecast and then the air was clear. At least 2 of the air sensor around here said it was. One still said the air would kill me but after a week on Zwift we ignore that kind of pessimism. Glad I did. The sun was high and the
All week I had been hoping the rain would clear out the smoke, but alas the PM 2.5 is still at the level where I may as well smoke cigars as ride a bike outside. I don’t smoke so Zwift I guess we are best friends this week. The rides – Zwift
Another day of rain and smoke which seems impossible but I guess is not. We’ve gone from 90 degree days to 50 degree days and so much rain. It’s OK. I like the rain and I’m looking forward to the moment a few days from now when the trails have had a chance to dry from mud into pay dirt. In the mean time I’ll
Another day of smoke today with added rain. Zwift is better than nothing and it makes riding inside tolerable but I really should be in the dirt. The ride – Zwift
The world is on fire again and the air is so bad you can taste it. The moon last night was red and barely visible. Today the mountains across the valley are invisible, cloaked by thick haze from thousands of trees suffering an untimely, fiery death. With the PM 2.5 off the charts I spent my summer morning in the virtual world of Zwift. The
Didn’t think my legs would hold up to much this morning but I miss the mountains so I and the Ripmo set off into Providence Canyon. The air was clear. The sun was high. I was slow. I and the Ripmo were mostly alone. That’s good because it was hot and I was sweaty. No body wants to be around a sweaty guy covered in
This is a crank rant. Read at your own peril. <crank> Some days I hate people. Not anyone person, just all people. The thought of interacting with another human is exhausting. I don’t want to listen to anyone’s demands. I don’t want a to do list. I don’t really care to hear anymore about why I’m not the perfect or even decent human in your
The winds at the mouth of Logan Canyon protect the beauty within like the fierce storms that protect the fabled Shanngri-La. Once I pass through the wind tunnel the air becomes still, the sky beautiful and the trail perfect. As I ride along the river, the organic smells of a forest morning filled my nose. The plants dry and wither as I climb in the
I woke up bright and early to clear skies. It was the perfect morning for the perfect ride. Then I went back to bed and woke up an hour later. I stumbled around the house unable to find all my gear and generally wasting time. When I finally did start riding I felt like I was forgetting something and sure enough my helmet was not