Get Off My Trail
The Ripmo, sick with cabin fever and winter time neglect convinced me that Providence Canyon was finally dry enough to ride and I succumbed to its temptation. I hauled my eldest son up with me which is exciting because he is finally strong enough to suffer alongside me. Snow and mud ensured our Ibis steeds and their riders came home in need of cleansing. No
Providence Canyon was in perfect condition and the road to the Quarry was nicely groomed so I beat up my legs and climbed and climbed and sweated and sweated like it was the middle of summer. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Salsa Beargrease
The temperature was ideal. The snow was ideal. The ride was as ideal. The road up the canyon had been groomed for snowmobiling and was perfect for climbing all the way up to the waterfall. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Salsa Beargrease
I don’t get out in the snow nearly enough. Providence Canyon was pretty perfect. The top had be chewed up by a snow machine but I think that was in preparation for some proper grooming. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Salsa Beargrease
I haven’t been out as much this year as I would like but I managed to sneak away into the canyon. Yes, it is freeze your limbs off cold but it’s also so extraordinarily beautiful that you forget the pain of the frost bite. The ride – Providence Canyon. The bike – Salsa Beargrease.
My boys love to ski. The snow isn’t building up so much this year. Those two added together mean my Beargrease has sat idle until today. Turns out the trail was in absolute perfect condition. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Salsa Beargrease
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
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
It’s hard to get off the bike when the scenery is this: The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo