Yeah I wouldn’t call that swimming either.

What a perfect fall day.

So in a moment of utter sobriety at Bar X  (okay really, Bar X, NO website? Really?) last night, somewhere between the Moscow Mule, the Pim’s Cup or perhaps that nightcap of PBR, I decided I would ride up all the canyons of the Wasatch Front Saturday morning. Little Cottonwood, Big Cottonwood, Mill Creek, Emigration, City [...]

Last week I attended a wetland training out in the field. It’s a rare thing for me to be granted ingress to the out-of-doors in my “chosen” profession, however, when in college, this is what called me like a siren to change my degree from art to physical geography. Life is funny like that. The [...]

I wrote this a while ago – if the lifts were still turning the ride was in September. Anyhoo, enjoi. ——- I’ve burned out on riding lift-assisted riding and was desperately in need of a good, long climb in the high country. However, most of the Front Range is fringed by wilderness area, where an [...]

About two weeks ago I headed out to section one of the ct with friends. Rode bikes, drank beers, got rained on; good times were had. We started out with a bonus swoopy bit, an appendix if you will. I don’t have an appendix so I’ll take ‘em when I can get them. This one [...]

Not three days after Karen passed through, I had the privilege of yet another dose of Southern friend goodness in the Centennial State. Brendan headed up from Tallahassee for a week of riding and tomfoolery. I’m fortunate to have such wonderful, true friends in my life. First stop, D’Deli at Clear Creek. And then on [...]