MTB makes Mondays better
With all the heavy breathing, sweating and cursing I thought I was fast. Strava disagrees. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Category: Ibis Ripmo
Almost perfect
Some impressive weekend storms settled the dust leaving the trails better than they’ve been in a while. The mild, morning temperature was neither hot nor cold but just right. The smoke colors the morning air orange and will probably leave me coughing and on my way to lung cancer. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Crowd strike
An entire cross country running team showed up at Jardine this morning to cheer me on. It was really nice of them. The ride – Jardine Juniper Trail The bike – Ripmo
Misty mountain morning meditation
A morning canopy of clouds cooled the air and produced a few rain drops that struggled to calm the dust. This was just a quick run up Green Canyon to the wilderness boundary. All the creek crossings are dry. The dirt is dry. The dust is dry. Any tears from the heavens would be welcome to help cement the rocks and dust back into the
Rock and roll, slip and slide, the dust of summer is here to stay
The trails are dry and dusty with the rocks rolling free. I also found myself rolling free and sliding all over the place. Trail conditions dramatically affect the ride experience. I found that I need to use a bit more caution in spots I used to take for granted. The ride – Paradise, Utah The bike – TIME VRS Fluidity
Building bridges
Providence City was giving the road up Providence Canyon a fresh coat of something nasty that is mean to hold down the dust. I didn’t feel like riding through whatever the stuff is so I took the round about route down the Bonneville shoreline trail. Lucky for me the gate right at the mouth of the canyon was closed with multiple padlocks. That added a
Crank brothers you have failed me again
I’ve lost count of the number of Egg Beaters I’ve replaced. I noticed my left pedal was making some strange noises on the descent but I assumed it was due to the loose rock flipping up and banging against the Ripmo. I was wrong. I flew off a rock and upon landing the platform detached from the spindle. This was not my first Egg Beater
Surfing the moon dust
Moon dust covered both trail and sky. If it wasn’t brown you would be forgiven for thinking the forest was on fire. Devin and I both came home caked in a light mud made from a mixture of sweat and infinity small particles of trail. The creek in Green Canyon has run dry but the thick greenery provides ample defense from the stinging rays of
A river runs through it
The water is still flowing free in Providence Canyon. It usually would have dried up by now. The flies are thick thanks to plenty of cow manure and it is getting hot fast. The dropped post on the Ripmo randomly stopped working mid-ride then started working again then stopped again. I thought it was the battery but a replacement doesn’t seem to help. I’m a
Going bi-directional
The Juniper Jardine trail is a magical summer ride. Everyone thinks so because everyone was there this morning. I rode clockwise out of habit and because riding the top loop clockwise means more shade during the climbing bit. I crossed paths with someone going the other way and wondered what I was missing so I also rode it counter-clockwise. I freed from my usual habits.