Playing on the Master’s palette
With the Fall colors now in full bloom each ride is precious until the inevitable Autumn wind storm strips the trees of their glory. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Category: Providence Canyon
Colors and cows
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
How high can you go before you Fall?
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
This is the way grasshopper
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
Dodging horse dung
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
Houston the Ripmo has landed
Skies devoid of clouds and ongoing temperatures north of 90 degrees have extracted every H2O molecule from the trails leaving billowy piles of moon dust. With my only audience stands of sunflowers observing at attention the Ripmo took us on a magical journey sliding through the moon dust and rolling through the marbles. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
That’s no Stick
It was a snake. It looked just like a stick until the Ripmo almost crushed it and it slithered for its life. My brain sees every root or fallen stick as a snake so I’ve spent a bunch of time training myself to not see snakes. When everything is a snake my poor heart can’t take the stress. Ironically, right after telling myself it wasn’t
Choose Wisely
Later today we’re headed to southern Utah to take my daughter to college. I couldn’t resist pausing for a photo of this fork that I’ve ridden hundreds of times. This time it made me pause to think about the choices I’ve made at the forks in my life and about the decisions ahead of her. In other news it doesn’t matter which path you choose
Wasps Not Welcome
The Ripmo has been sitting idle since our quick trip to Yellowstone. An idle Ripmo is a grouchy Ripmo and so in spite of the blazing sun we went out for a reconciliation ride. We were mostly good except for my burning quads which were unable to drive the bike to its full potential. On our second loop a wasp caught a ride on the
Muggy Miles
Sleeping late is the theme of my summer. Staying in bed a little longer is nice. Sweating buckets in the extreme heat is not. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo