Get Off My Trail
The crisp air of Fall contrasted with the heat of an afternoon sun. My toes are still thawing out. They’ll thaw out. The colors of Autumn deserve every second that can be spent in the woods. The Ripmo was feeling especially aggressive today and the dirt was especially perfect allowing for a symphony of color, air and ripping. Now that we’ve worked out our issues
After running out of time and ending up on Zwift yesterday I committed to setting aside the time to ride Providence today. The breath of Fall in the air contrasted with the hot sweat dripping from my helmet. The air was clear, the Ripmo was aggressive, my legs were weak. That last bit sucked and was totally my fault but my first loop had some
As the Western United States burns to the ground and smoke fills the sky with an apocalyptic orange I impatiently wait for the mornings when the mountains are visible from my home. This morning was just such a moment. The Ripmo, weary of sitting in the garage tore through the ruble and moon dust. Like a pair of newly escaped convicts we crashed through Providence
Unable to endure another day on Zwift, the air be damned I set out to ride Providence Canyon. Then I totally forgot I had meetings 20 minutes after I left. I also forgot about the cows I had encountered on my Tuesday night down hill cheat day. In spite of all my negativity and inability to output very watts the ride turned out way better
When schools starts everyone is focused on getting kids to class on time and the greater populous puts off spending time on the mountain trails. It’s the best time to ride. Normally Green Canyon is the busiest trail in Cache Valley. I didn’t have the place to myself but the trail was generally devoid of human beings. It was not devoid of horse pucky. The
Dropped my son off to suffer at school whilst I headed into the mountains to ride. Father of the year I am, but clear air and perfect temperatures lured me into Logan Canyon to ride Jardine Juniper. Past sage brush and horse pucky I and the Ripmo climbed through dirt and over rock. We get along much better these days and we hardy fight at
Nice surprise this morning. I went to bed with gloom and smokey skies and a terrible day forecast and then the air was clear. At least 2 of the air sensor around here said it was. One still said the air would kill me but after a week on Zwift we ignore that kind of pessimism. Glad I did. The sun was high and the
I woke up bright and early to clear skies. It was the perfect morning for the perfect ride. Then I went back to bed and woke up an hour later. I stumbled around the house unable to find all my gear and generally wasting time. When I finally did start riding I felt like I was forgetting something and sure enough my helmet was not
On any given Friday when the weather is warm regardless of the time of day there will be hikers and bikers in Providence Canyon. Frequently there will also be shooters, ATVs and vehicles of various types but I don’t meet them on the trail. Today it was just me. OK, so there were two guys leaving when I started the climb into the canyon and
The sky once again filled with smoke the morning sunlight streamed through the trees lighting the forest in orange and fooling the mind that Autumn was upon us. Whether it was the smoke and haze, a the restless night or the mysterious soreness in my quads and hamstrings I failed to find any depth or power in my pedal strokes. As I climbed my legs