Another Dam Ride
Nothing is prettier than Logan canyon in the morning. Except my wife. Of course I meant to say not prettier then my wife. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
Get Off My Trail
Nothing is prettier than Logan canyon in the morning. Except my wife. Of course I meant to say not prettier then my wife. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
A late night rain provided some relief to the scorched dirt thirsty from a summer’s worth of heat and sun. I had to squish the ride between morning activities and so it was a fast out and back without a lot of stopping. Lucky for me the clouds hung around to keep my skin from broiling off. The rain left the forest wet and vaguely
Beautiful morning with perfect weather to spend an hour or so in Logan Canyon. Every time I ride here I find a holy re-connection with with the natural world. The sound of an unhappy rattlesnake did wake me from the zen moment but neither of us wanted anything to do with each other and we parted ways without incident. I’m definitely a source of interest
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In spite of being up late to enjoy the various pyrotechnics around the valley my brain woke me up before the sun. The Bianchi was grumpy and at first refused to pick any gear. Gradually we agreed on a couple that would work but not before it fully threw the chain off the top ring. It really needs some spa time at the shop. The
Errands and soccer games consumed my morning. I found a slight break in the evening to get out and and spend some time in one of the most beautiful canyons on earth. Lucky for me it is a short ride on a beautiful Bianchi to a heavenly spot. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
I’d heard that the Logan River Trail had dried out enough to ride and so I felt obligated to check it out. Turns out the trail couldn’t be more perfect and the weather couldn’t be better. The trees were just starting to bud and the undergrowth has started turning green. The canyon is a magical place any time of year. The ride – Logan River
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
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
A bit more rain fell last night and Logan Canyon wasn’t exempt from the moisture. After a dry summer and drought the rain is welcome. I took the Bianchi up the Logan River Trail for what turned out to be a community event. Everyone in the valley took advantage of the cooler temps and settled dust and took to the hills. It’s OK I had
The Bianchi calling my name I woke ready to bask in the serenity of forest and stream. My pathway to zen required slaying the morning dragon. Like Don Quixote I set off on my steed to slay the imaginary beasts that stand guard at the gateway to Logan Canyon. While Don would face windmills I would battle the invisible force that propels the demons of