Get Off My Trail
A long time ago I worked on my uncle’s farm. I spent a bunch of time hanging out with my cousin Jaren and his course Roger. I haven’t seen Roger in 30 years. Tonight we went mountain biking with my son. See how mountain biking makes the world a better place? It’s fun to hang out with the good old boys. The ride – Logan
If viewing colors counts as consumption then my favorite sin is gluttony. The colors of Green canyon overwhelm the senses and leave you soaked in pure visual bliss. I love Autumn. My descents are much slower since I’m constantly distracted and braking to take another photo. The Ripmo gets a bit impatient, but a few times a year we can slow down and take in
I was out in Portland this last weekend and so the Ripmo spent several days sitting in the garage. It was bored and required some alone time together so we headed up Providence Canyon to drink in the colors of Autumn. I usually just ride the trail, but today, for the sake of the view, I chose to climb to the quarry. The ascent only
With just an hour of sunlight left in the day I extracted my boys attention away from their screens to spend an hour together taking in the first sights of Autumn in Logan Canyon. Best comment of the night, “dad can we ride again tomorrow?” The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Just got back from a week long trip to Maui. I left the Ripmo in the shop while I was gone and so it was ready to get out. I was ready to bathe in the Fall colors which are now in full display. Green Canyon did not disappoint. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
As the summer ends there are so many grasshoppers wandering the hills. They are funny to watch. They can kind of fly. Not well, but they can. Today I had one fly right alongside me for about 100 feet. I didn’t know they could even manage a straight line. For a moment I was one with the grasshopper. The Ripmo was entertained and preoccupied with
Some days don’t turn out the way you think it will. With blue skies and nice temperatures on a November day I thought I’d do my typical ride – 4 loops and a couple of hours. I wasn’t alone in taking advantage of the weather and trail conditions. I had a great time catching up with friends while catching my breath. The mountains really are
I need to buy lights. The time change means it now gets dark at 5pm. Still real dirt and mud and cold make for a great way to spend the waning moments of the day. There was a bit of grease here and there but overall a bit of time on a real bike in real dirt made me feel like a real boy again.
It’s November in Northern Utah. That means it could be 30 degrees with feet of snow or sunshiney and a balmy 65 degrees. It’s the first one right now and I’m adding an extra ten pounds in gear to keep me from freezing to death. The ride – Providence Canyon
The bitter chill in the air keeps me off my road bike in the late Fall. Similar justifications apply to the cross bike. However, in the name of variety I pulled out the Bianchi and all my cold weather gear and headed to Logan canyon. The consequence for any speed above 20mph was a distinct loss of feeling in my fingers and a deep bite