Get Off My Trail
Another, “watch your head” warning. In spite of my body’s inability to produce any significant power I decided I missed Providence Canyon too much to not try a quick up and back. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m still not processing information correctly or if the trees really are starting to lean into the trail more than they used to but I managed to
The Ripmo ran into a twin at the top of Providence. They quickly exchanged pleasantries as we finished the top loop. As we dropped into the creek I was reminded that by the time August rolls around usually the trails are inches deep in moon dust. This year, with copious rain, the trails are packed and the creek is still running. The Ripmo has a
The Ripmo enjoys ripping, tearing, screaming through the forest throwing rock and mud and debris everywhere. The morning after summer thunderstorms the trails are moist like a cake take right from the oven. Then you bit into bits filled with molten chocolate. The mountains are like that but instead of chocolate we return home caked in dirt with a few weeds and probably a bit
Most years the creek bed never has any water. This year there’s still water in there in August. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Taylor says it so it must be true. The heat is definitely brutal. Also, slammed my head into the fallen tree at the top of Providence. I’ve ducked under it many times but this time I failed to duck far enough. Grateful for helmets today. I was a bit dazed but I finished a few more loops. I have to keep proving to myself that
Coming up after the second large drop on the upper section of Providence Canyon could yield some decapitation level surprises if you don’t remember to duck. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
A short mountain bike rides turns into a pre-ride fiasco when I attempt to change out the cleats on my shoes and spend an hour looking for an allen wrench. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
In my ongoing battle with cows I’m still losing. Less excrement on the trails but more belligerent beasts blocking the way. No idea how there wasn’t poop everywhere today. I made the climb to the quarry for the views and ran into a full team of fire fighters and the county sheriff. I asked what was up and got nothing but they assured me there
Today was a crappy ride on this first day of summer – literally. Spent quite a bit of post ride time cleaning excrement off my bike and body. It was gross. The livestock have plowed up most of the upper loop and have done a fine job destroying trail, creek and vegetation. By rights they have every legal reason to be there but it just
Froze my toes into a lasting numbness with all the creek crossings. In spite of frozen phalanges it was a perfect day to ride through the lush green growth only present this time of the year. On the way down the cows were making their way up the road. I’m hoping they continue way up into the canyon but I suspect my next ride will
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