Get Off My Trail
There’s a giant downed log on the top loop that keeps hitting me in the head. The concussions inspired me to apply the mileage to two rounds in the trail to drink in the full colors of Autumn. The Ripmo and I met people, chatted, chewed up some dirt and marbles and then we dropped some psi and found grip where previously there was none.
The Jardine Juniper called to me in a dream. The Ripmo heard it too. Perfect temperatures and deep blue skies justified the timing. An explosion of Autumn colors across the mountains left me as breathless as the climb. The loose rubble kept the Ripmo busy chewing and spitting, flinging rocks and picking up the occasional pine cone. We both had a great time. The ride
We took a Sunday drive up Providence Canyon and destroyed a tire resulting in chaos and driving a spare where a spare should never be driven. Today the Ripmo and I sought revenge but Autumn is just to pretty in these mountains and we ended up shooting a bunch of photos instead. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Loose rock and moon dust feel like ice and snow in the corners. Rain is coming and that will help settle the trails back into a less slippery state. While the Ripmo and I wait for the binding power of water to work magic on our worn, beaten, beloved dirt strip we’ll pause to herald the beginning of the most colorful time of the year.
If you climb high enough the trees are starting to turn colors. Bits of Millville are torn up thanks to our four legged beef producing friends. I was kind of OK with that since it gave me a couple of chances to walk a few feet and let me heart rate settle before once again red lining it to the heart attack zone. Even with
Just barely made it into Providence Canyon before I had to run home for Saturday events. Serves me right for not waking up earlier. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Doing the rounds in Providence Canyon. The last few ups grind on my brain and make my legs cry a bit but the rewards of the down silence any bodily complaints. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Milly Ray put it best – “It’s the climb” (that will kill you). Millville Canyon tests both heart and legs with unrelenting up but the challenge rewards the determined with solitude and the calming zen of nature. As Autumn approaches I expect the experience to grow ever more exceptional. If you have the quads or the electricity I highly recommend the adventure. The ride –
Chilly morning and yellow leafs are giving hints that Fall is coming. It’s the perfect time of year for mountain biking. Also, I took back the not really that coveted Local Legend status. It’s a nice participation trophy for those of us that just can’t seem to go fast enough to make the KOM leader board. The Ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis
It’s like a green Fall. I’m sure the colors are coming. For now the carpets of green are pretty impressive. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo