Logan Canyon is a Magical Place
My rides take longer because I keep stopping to take pictures. The wildflowers are in bloom and the river is running high. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
Tag: Cyclocross
Going full tourist
I’ve been watching the rides of a bunch of my Strava acquaintances. They are all in France riding all the amazing segments of the Tour de France – past and present. It looks amazing and it’s easy to be jealous. Someday I will follow in their footsteps and climb all the lung busted roads of the Pyrenees. Until that day comes I have to remind
Rolling through God’s gardens
A morning ride in Logan Canyon never disappoints. With perfect dirt and wildflowers in bloom I could have spent the day wandering up and down the extraordinary hills of this amazing place. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
Sneaking Out in Search of Color
Shorter days and cooler mornings means the forests are slowly painting the mountains with the colors of Fall. The Bianchi and I set out to indulge in the changes just getting started in Logan Canyon. The Bianchi is light and fast and unforgiving and I didn’t relish the pounding I take on the descent. However, for these views and sights I can endure 15 minutes
Finding Shangri-La
The winds at the mouth of Logan Canyon protect the beauty within like the fierce storms that protect the fabled Shanngri-La. Once I pass through the wind tunnel the air becomes still, the sky beautiful and the trail perfect. As I ride along the river, the organic smells of a forest morning filled my nose. The plants dry and wither as I climb in the
Used My First Damn
A bit more rain fell last night and Logan Canyon wasn’t exempt from the moisture. After a dry summer and drought the rain is welcome. I took the Bianchi up the Logan River Trail for what turned out to be a community event. Everyone in the valley took advantage of the cooler temps and settled dust and took to the hills. It’s OK I had
Slaying Dragons
The Bianchi calling my name I woke ready to bask in the serenity of forest and stream. My pathway to zen required slaying the morning dragon. Like Don Quixote I set off on my steed to slay the imaginary beasts that stand guard at the gateway to Logan Canyon. While Don would face windmills I would battle the invisible force that propels the demons of
Bianchi you are my Valkyrie
Years ago after I picked a road bike and had tried my hand at mountain biking I knew that what I really needed was a cross bike. I found a Bianchi Cavaria frame at just the moment when I upgraded the Dura-Ace 7800 on my Madone 6.9 to Dura-Ace 7900. I combined that with some Stan’s tubeless rims matched with American Classic hubs. The Dura-Ace
For Goodness Snakes
I went to bed planning on mountain biking but woke up cross. Praying I not appear too portly in my Lycra apparel I donned my skin tight skivvies and ventured out on the Bianchi for a trip on the River Trail. The Bianchi only weighs about 16.5 pounds and has narrow 35mm tires. It excels at anything that looks like a gravel road. After several