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.
Like a Las Vegas buffet the colors of Green Canyon fill you with an overwhelming visual gluttony. Indulge in this sensory feast. Move ten feet and fill your soul with the colors of Autumn. Although highly distracting from the traditional thrills of mountain biking Fall in these canyons deserves a few moments of visual consumption as the mind’s eye preserves a record to be cherished