Get Off My Trail
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
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
I’ll let the photos speak: The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
The Fall colors are in full bloom so I rode Providence twice. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
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
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
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.