Get Off My Trail
Woke my boys up early (ish) to get them to the trail before the sun started to scorch the earth. Everything was going great. It was beautiful. Bren pushed a little too hard and needed a break. Then he didn’t feel good an needed to sit down. Then he puked. The ride – Jardine Juniper Trail The bike – Ripmo
I woke up to smoke filled skies and an unhealthy air warning on my phone so I went back to bed. Then the Ripmo haunted and taunted me in my dreams until I could no longer stand it and I agreed to one lap at the top of Providence. When it was all done the Ripmo and I compromised at 4 laps after consuming 4
Did my favorite dam ride. On the way down I was thinking about Remco Evenepoel’s gold medal win in men’s cycling and how at the end he got a flat and still won. That’s pretty awesome. Then I was thinking about how I haven’t had a single flat this year and what a pain flats are and how I should probably get new tires soon
My legs did not enjoy fighting the Logan canyon wind. It’s like a invisible barrier that guards Shangri-la. Once you hit the trail the wind is gone and the magic of this place flows over you. This ride is an inspirational beginning to your morning. The ride – Providence, Utah The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
With all the heavy breathing, sweating and cursing I thought I was fast. Strava disagrees. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Some impressive weekend storms settled the dust leaving the trails better than they’ve been in a while. The mild, morning temperature was neither hot nor cold but just right. The smoke colors the morning air orange and will probably leave me coughing and on my way to lung cancer. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
An entire cross country running team showed up at Jardine this morning to cheer me on. It was really nice of them. The ride – Jardine Juniper Trail The bike – Ripmo
A morning canopy of clouds cooled the air and produced a few rain drops that struggled to calm the dust. This was just a quick run up Green Canyon to the wilderness boundary. All the creek crossings are dry. The dirt is dry. The dust is dry. Any tears from the heavens would be welcome to help cement the rocks and dust back into the
I was tired and wanted to just stay in bed. Then I remembered that a visual buffet lay just a little bit of time and a few pedal stroke away. Days that start with nature are better days. The ride – Providence, Utah The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
The trails are dry and dusty with the rocks rolling free. I also found myself rolling free and sliding all over the place. Trail conditions dramatically affect the ride experience. I found that I need to use a bit more caution in spots I used to take for granted. The ride – Paradise, Utah The bike – TIME VRS Fluidity