Get Off My Trail
The Ripmo and I love to play in the Fall colors. We don’t like to end up covered in bovine excrement. The trail wrecking crew is back in Providence Canyon, but luckily they have confined themselves to one section of shade and grass. Here’s to hoping they really like that spot and leave the rest of the trail free of flying cow pies. The ride
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
If a human took a dump in the middle of a trail people would be disgusted, and there’s a good chance there’s some legal consequences for the individual. If your dog poops on the trail it’s a courtesy and in a lot of instances a requirement to clean it up. Also, there’s no poop fairly. Don’t leave the bags of dog crap all over the
I’m not a morning person. However, the early start of my son’s school has forced me to get out of bed. As the days shorten that means I am hitting the trails before the sun has come up over the mountains. Just as I started the first rays of the morning sun kissed the canyon walls. As it did I get feel the heat on
We’re spending Labor Day Weekend with my wife’s family. I’ve got the Alta rack. I’ve got a Ripmo for me. My wife has a Mojo. My son has my old Ripley. My youngest has a Scott – only thing that fits him. I’m spite of being close to Powder Mountain time was not on my side. Like Moses I would not make way to the