These days are the best days
It doesn’t get better than these colors and these temperatures. Fall doesn’t last long enough. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
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Guys night out
Short but fun and colorful ride with the boys. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Vermillion and Gold
It’s hard to get off the bike when the scenery is this: The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Golden paths in shadows and sun
Autumn is not long enough. The skies of color have become carpets of color as the trees prepare for winter. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Riding the Red Carpet
I’ll let the photos speak: The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
I couldn’t just leaf
The Fall colors are in full bloom so I rode Providence twice. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Leafs so nice I rode it twice
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.
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
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.