I disagree. The road does not actually appear to be closed
So many closed roads but as far as I can tell there was no reason to not pass through. Bikes fit through much smaller spaces than cars. The ride – Paradise The bike – Time VRS Fluidity
Category: Summer
Swimming in Green with the boys
Took both Bren and Dev for a dip in Green Canyon. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Hanging out with Dev
First ride up Jardine Juniper. Devin’s first time riding it. The wildflowers were in full bloom. The ride – Jardine Juniper The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Splish Splash the Ripmo needs a bath
The Ripmo spent lots of time playing in the creek today. In all my years of riding I’ve never seen water flow in Green Canyon. Today we got really wet. Also, on my 13 mile ride today I turned over 1666.6 miles on the Ripmo. Together, we’re tempting all the fates. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
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
Touching the dawn
I’m not a morning person. However, the early start of my son’s school has forced me to get out of bed. As the days shorten that means I am hitting the trails before the sun has come up over the mountains. Just as I started the first rays of the morning sun kissed the canyon walls. As it did I get feel the heat on
The gates of Shangri-La
Logan Canyon is a beautiful place that hides a lot of small beautiful places. To get to those beautiful places requires passing two tests. First, the dragon awaits the adventurer. Push hard past the dragon’s breath and you will be rewarded. Second, while facing the dragon’s breath you must climb through moon dust and marbles. Crest the hill and you shall pass the gates into
No idea where I’m going.
We’re spending Labor Day Weekend with my wife’s family. I’ve got the Alta rack. I’ve got a Ripmo for me. My wife has a Mojo. My son has my old Ripley. My youngest has a Scott – only thing that fits him. I’m spite of being close to Powder Mountain time was not on my side. Like Moses I would not make way to 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
Yellow and purple polka dots
I would have guessed heat and drought would have killed off all the wildflowers. Jardine Juniper proves just how resilient nature’s beauty can be. The ride – Jardine Juniper The bike – Ibis Ripmo