It’s been a while but the Ripmo incurred a minor injury at the beginning of the climb on our second loop at the top. With a very loud clang a rear spoke gave up on life. Luckily we were climbing and able to stop quickly preventing the broken spoke from lodging against the disc brake or into the frame. I wrapped the dangling offender around
Fallen leafs and wet rocks make for a surprisingly slippery trail. The colors have hit the ground but are still beautiful. They make for a slippery experience with the hidden rocks kicking the Ripmo and I around the trail. The Ripmo got very irritated and started kicking tiny boulders throwing me around a bit resulting in some choice words. The ride – Providence Canyon The
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.
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