Get Off My Trail
Dev and I braved the summer heat for a quick visit to Providence Canyon. The scars and fertilizer from a couple of weeks of our bovine friends remain but the canyon heals pretty quickly. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
Took a super short ride up Providence Canyon before the festivities of the day begin. The cows are gone. I will celebrate independence from being splattered with poop. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
My least favorite time of the year for Providence Canyon. Everything is beautiful and lovely up until the day they bring in the cows at which point all vegetation is destroyed. the creek bed is demolished and the trail becomes unavoidably covered in manure. The ride – Providence Canyon, Utah The bike – Ripmo
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.
First ride up Jardine Juniper. Devin’s first time riding it. The wildflowers were in full bloom. The ride – Jardine Juniper The bike – Ibis Ripmo
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
We’re spending Labor Day Weekend with my wife’s family. I’ve got the Alta rack. I’ve got a Ripmo for me. My wife has a Mojo. My son has my old Ripley. My youngest has a Scott – only thing that fits him. I’m spite of being close to Powder Mountain time was not on my side. Like Moses I would not make way to the
Skies devoid of clouds and ongoing temperatures north of 90 degrees have extracted every H2O molecule from the trails leaving billowy piles of moon dust. With my only audience stands of sunflowers observing at attention the Ripmo took us on a magical journey sliding through the moon dust and rolling through the marbles. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
It was a snake. It looked just like a stick until the Ripmo almost crushed it and it slithered for its life. My brain sees every root or fallen stick as a snake so I’ve spent a bunch of time training myself to not see snakes. When everything is a snake my poor heart can’t take the stress. Ironically, right after telling myself it wasn’t
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