Get Off My Trail
Green canyon started a bit slushy, then it was really perfect, then it was truly terrible. The top of the trail was post-holed. Riding it was like getting punched in the gut over and over so I bailed. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
The Forrest Service now requires money to play in Green Canyon despite volunteers doing all the work. I forgot my battery so today was a single speed day. Luckily I left it in a low gear. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
The Forest service is adding fees to ride green. Public lands are become less public and now everyone wants a fee. The Forest service claims it is needed to maintain the area. That’s funny because volunteers have been maintaining it for years. I suspect they will collect their fees and we’ll not see them come around unless it is to check to make sure you’ve
Most of the leafs are on the ground now which makes for a colorful, crunchy carpet. Green was a great time today. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Everyone made it all the way to the top of Green Canyon. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ripmo
Nice, easy slow up and down. Taking in the last bits of Autumn. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
I talked Dev into a Friday lunch ride to go visit the Fall colors. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
The need to pick up my road bike from the shop prompted me to ride Green Canyon (the two exist in close proximity). I was rewarded with hints of Fall colors and a bike that was not ready for pickup. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Fires have left the valley air thick with smoke. I decided to risk a ride anyway and was surprised to find the air breathable in Green Canyon. I like those kinds of surprises. Also, surprise, the trees are starting to change colors. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah 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