Cones blocking the Logan River Trail

Desolation of the Ents

Forgot my water and had to turn around. Riding up the River Trail there were cones and caution tape indicating that someone clearly did not want company on the path. I ended up on the road to by pass the tree trimmers. I use trimmer loosely as on the way back I rode until I came across the trimming team and had to turn around.

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Autumn leafs

Leafs so nice I rode it twice

There’s a giant downed log on the top loop that keeps hitting me in the head. The concussions inspired me to apply the mileage to two rounds in the trail to drink in the full colors of Autumn. The Ripmo and I met people, chatted, chewed up some dirt and marbles and then we dropped some psi and found grip where previously there was none.

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Jardine Juniper

So Many Colors

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

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