Get Off My Trail
After just having spent a week at Disneyland I can say for certain mountain biking is still the best thrill ride. It’s also the prettiest. Lucky for me the colors aren’t gone yet. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
The trails are covered in red from the wind spreadingj the glory of Fall all over the ground. They crunch as they roll. My eyes bedazzled by the color in the sky and on the ground I frequently mess up the line and almost find myself plowing into rocks and trees. The bike – Ibis Ripmo The ride – Providence Canyon
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
The cold weather is coming and the kids are back in school. We have to get out every chance we get. My bike was already in the truck and I was geared up. Opportunities for all of us to get out are rare and so even though the ride was short I’ll take the win. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Ibis
Birch Creek is not close to my house so I almost never ride it. That is sad. The ride – Birch Creek The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Just enough time to soak in the colors. I had to get home for a family thing so I skipped the Juniper this time. The ride – Jardine Juniper The bike – Ibis Ripmo
The Ripmo and I love to play in the Fall colors. We don’t like to end up covered in bovine excrement. The trail wrecking crew is back in Providence Canyon, but luckily they have confined themselves to one section of shade and grass. Here’s to hoping they really like that spot and leave the rest of the trail free of flying cow pies. The ride
A long time ago I worked on my uncle’s farm. I spent a bunch of time hanging out with my cousin Jaren and his course Roger. I haven’t seen Roger in 30 years. Tonight we went mountain biking with my son. See how mountain biking makes the world a better place? It’s fun to hang out with the good old boys. The ride – Logan
If viewing colors counts as consumption then my favorite sin is gluttony. The colors of Green canyon overwhelm the senses and leave you soaked in pure visual bliss. I love Autumn. My descents are much slower since I’m constantly distracted and braking to take another photo. The Ripmo gets a bit impatient, but a few times a year we can slow down and take in
I was out in Portland this last weekend and so the Ripmo spent several days sitting in the garage. It was bored and required some alone time together so we headed up Providence Canyon to drink in the colors of Autumn. I usually just ride the trail, but today, for the sake of the view, I chose to climb to the quarry. The ascent only