Oh Deer
A couple of deer were just chillin’ on the canal trail that I ride to get to Logan Canyon. The ride – Logan Canyon River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
Tag: Autumn
So Many Colors
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
Colorful Distraction
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
Raspberry Hunting
Not that I enjoy pain but a few hill climbs never really hurt anyone. The ride – Paradise The bike – Time VRS Fluidity
Loosey Goosey in the Bits and Bobs
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.
Playing on the Master’s palette
With the Fall colors now in full bloom each ride is precious until the inevitable Autumn wind storm strips the trees of their glory. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Surprise with a twist
Birch Creek is not close to my house so I almost never ride it. That is sad. The ride – Birch Creek The bike – Ibis Ripmo
A Breath of Fall
Just got back from a week long trip to Maui. I left the Ripmo in the shop while I was gone and so it was ready to get out. I was ready to bathe in the Fall colors which are now in full display. Green Canyon did not disappoint. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Slippery When Wet
The bitter chill in the air keeps me off my road bike in the late Fall. Similar justifications apply to the cross bike. However, in the name of variety I pulled out the Bianchi and all my cold weather gear and headed to Logan canyon. The consequence for any speed above 20mph was a distinct loss of feeling in my fingers and a deep bite
Euphoria With a Side of Grease
With a hint of chill the Ripmo and I rode into Providence Canyon to breathe in the waining smells of the fallen colors of Autumn. The beauty of the trees littered the ground forming a bright yellow road perfect for a few hours away from the desk. The ride – Providence Canyon