Get Off My Trail
The Ripmo chews threw mud and grit. It also spits it back into your face leaving both rider and bike covered in a gritty paste. It’s a great way to relieve stress and literally connect with nature on this National Stress Awareness day. Also, it’s getting cold. The ride – Providence Canyon
Sunshine filled days have been rare this October so when they roll around I am compelled to visit the mountains. The air grows ever colder but the trails are as sweet as ever. The ride – Providence Canyon
Rain is coming and I missed a lap yesterday. Today I couldn’t bear to part with the mountain and so the Ripmo and I ran an extra lap. Carpe Diem and all that. I might not be able to walk tomorrow but the Ripmo is always ready for one more. The ride – Providence Canyon
With the sun shining and the crisp chill of Fall on the air the Ripmo and I set out seeking the perfect Autumn ride. The temperature was perfect, the Ripmo was perfect, the trail was perfect, I was less perfect. Whipping down the BJ’s on my first run I came across a patch of greasy trail torn up by horse hooves which resulted some unanticipated
Last week it rained and then it snowed. Then we all left for St George for a few days which gave the trails time to dry out. With another set of storms headed in today the Ripmo and I braced for a bit of cool air and ran a couple of loops on my favorite trail. The ride – Providence Canyon
The weather is always wrong (thank goodness) and with no rain in site the Ripmo needed some time out of the barn. I got suited up in my usual mountain bike attire and whilst I was preparing the Ripmo for the journey I realized it might not be raining but there was a definite Fall chill on the air. Not wanting my shiny, shaved legs
It was supposed to rain and I thought I would spend my morning on Zwift. Luckily, it didn’t rain and the Ripmo talked me into a couple of rounds in Providence Canyon. The wind from the incoming storm had ripped through some of the Autumn trees coloring the ground and hiding the trail in a dazzling array of yellow and red. The fallen leaves made
The Ripmo demanded we ride before the incoming storms destroyed the peak burn of the Fall colors. Ride we did but not fast. Not fast at all. I spent most of the time taking full advantage of those giant XTR brakes engaging them every 20 feet in awe of the spectacle nature set before me. With the hills ablaze in red, yellow and orange I
The perfect day to ride the perfect trail. The temperature couldn’t have been better. The Ripmo couldn’t have ridden better. The colors couldn’t have been more spectacular. Welcome to the greatest show on earth where the price of admission is the lungs and quads to make the climb. The ride – Jardine Juniper
I am really lucky. I have a wife will will mountain bike with me. During the summer she pulled a tendon in her leg paddle boarding and has been patiently waiting for it to heal enough to get out and ride again. Tonight was that night. I’m pretty stoked she has her Mojo back. The Ride – Logan River Trail