Logan Canyon River Trail

Making Up For Yesterday

Having not ridden outside yesterday I felt the need to make up for my mistakes with two rides. Ride one was for me. Providence Canyon was busy but in perfect condition. I frequently make multiple loops at the top but today was about going fast and getting back so we could do ride number two. That’s the one where I take my sons and let

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View of Logan Canyon from the Bridger Lookoff Trail

Outside Again

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

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Spring Hollow stream flowing through trees

Slippery When Wet

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

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Sun shining down at the top of Spring Hollow in Logan Canyon

The bite of the morning air after the first frost

This morning the rooftops were covered with a think layer of frozen water – a sign that we were visited by the first frost of the season. Autumn bike rides are filled with color and confusion. The heat of the sun beats down and as long as you are at a stand still it could be summer. Get on a bike and the rush of

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Fall in Logan Canyon

Sneaking Out in Search of Color

Shorter days and cooler mornings means the forests are slowly painting the mountains with the colors of Fall. The Bianchi and I set out to indulge in the changes just getting started in Logan Canyon. The Bianchi is light and fast and unforgiving and I didn’t relish the pounding I take on the descent. However, for these views and sights I can endure 15 minutes

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