Get Off My Trail
Morning storms pushed me to do a lunch ride. The sweat dripping from my helmet reminded me that early morning summer rides are more pleasant and humidity 100% affects performance. The Forrest Service was hard at work putting in a new bridge and refurbishing the trail. The placement of the new bridge is going to mess up the trail flow but maybe that’s intended. The
Woke my boys up early (ish) to get them to the trail before the sun started to scorch the earth. Everything was going great. It was beautiful. Bren pushed a little too hard and needed a break. Then he didn’t feel good an needed to sit down. Then he puked. The ride – Jardine Juniper Trail The bike – Ripmo
I woke up to smoke filled skies and an unhealthy air warning on my phone so I went back to bed. Then the Ripmo haunted and taunted me in my dreams until I could no longer stand it and I agreed to one lap at the top of Providence. When it was all done the Ripmo and I compromised at 4 laps after consuming 4
With all the heavy breathing, sweating and cursing I thought I was fast. Strava disagrees. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Some impressive weekend storms settled the dust leaving the trails better than they’ve been in a while. The mild, morning temperature was neither hot nor cold but just right. The smoke colors the morning air orange and will probably leave me coughing and on my way to lung cancer. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
An entire cross country running team showed up at Jardine this morning to cheer me on. It was really nice of them. The ride – Jardine Juniper Trail The bike – Ripmo
The trails are dry and dusty with the rocks rolling free. I also found myself rolling free and sliding all over the place. Trail conditions dramatically affect the ride experience. I found that I need to use a bit more caution in spots I used to take for granted. The ride – Paradise, Utah The bike – TIME VRS Fluidity
Providence City was giving the road up Providence Canyon a fresh coat of something nasty that is mean to hold down the dust. I didn’t feel like riding through whatever the stuff is so I took the round about route down the Bonneville shoreline trail. Lucky for me the gate right at the mouth of the canyon was closed with multiple padlocks. That added a
I’ve lost count of the number of Egg Beaters I’ve replaced. I noticed my left pedal was making some strange noises on the descent but I assumed it was due to the loose rock flipping up and banging against the Ripmo. I was wrong. I flew off a rock and upon landing the platform detached from the spindle. This was not my first Egg Beater
Moon dust covered both trail and sky. If it wasn’t brown you would be forgiven for thinking the forest was on fire. Devin and I both came home caked in a light mud made from a mixture of sweat and infinity small particles of trail. The creek in Green Canyon has run dry but the thick greenery provides ample defense from the stinging rays of