Blacksmith Fork Canyon

Blacksmith Fork canyon is both beautiful and deceiving. It is generally uphill. However, I frequently find myself flying up, my music clear and the hum of the tires against asphalt pronounced. Those are the signs that I am not Superman. Rather, a tailwind is carrying me deeper into the belly of the beast. Turn around and the breath of the dragon will consume your heart, soul and motivation as you pedal with all your might to escape the jaws of the demon.

This is one of the most popular rod bike rides in Cache Valley. It starts near the city of Hyrum and ends 14 miles later at Hardware Ranch. The canyon is typically a few degrees cooler than the valley and so this is an especially popular ride in the summer.

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