Get Off My Trail
The bunch of us used to ride together more often. That was before they closed Wayne’s loop which still pains me. There wasn’t a better family ride in the valley. My nephew, Everett is leaving to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints for the next two years. It will be a while before this crew rides together again.
The air is cooling. There are hints of Fall on the trees and the sun flowers are still in full bloom. The trails are all moon dust and marbles but that shouldn’t stop anyone from doing laps in Providence. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Fires have left the valley air thick with smoke. I decided to risk a ride anyway and was surprised to find the air breathable in Green Canyon. I like those kinds of surprises. Also, surprise, the trees are starting to change colors. The ride – Green Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Usually the golden light only lasts a short while as the sun comes up or goes down. The light has been orange all day to day and it’s impossible to see the mountains. Somewhere there is a forest burning to the ground. In the mountains around us Autumn has started. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
It’s starting to feel like Autumn. Logan Canyon is a great place to be when the colors change. The ride – Providence, Utah The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
I told the boys we’d ride to the airplane. I then made Brennan ride until he was in pain and started to cry. When we got back to the car I loaded my bike. The boys chose to keep riding down the canyon road. I no longer felt bad about pushing them for 15 miles. The ride – Woody’s, Paper Airplane, and Brim trail Powder
Short but fun and colorful ride with the boys. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Ibis Ripmo
I’ll let the photos speak: The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
The Fall colors are in full bloom so I rode Providence twice. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
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.