when i was at byu i lived next door to my friend, cody, from my hometown. he introduced me to the ridge trail up in the alpine loop area in af canyon. i have fallen in love with the place ever since. ever time i ride there it's nostalgic because we used to go as much as possible in the fall before the weather turned bad. that was a great time of life... i got to know joellen well before they got married and i was just going to school full time and not working...
what i'd give...
back to the trail... i've got memories of biting through my lip there, falling on a tree root that made me cut my season short in the past but i absolutely love it.


i went about a month ago with my friend, nolan, and the colors were changing but not everything had turned...




i had a secret hope that i could go up this weekend and i'd get the tail end of the leaves but got lots of mud and patches of snow instead.

i still had a ball though

this is when i was clean...
do you see my bike? it's down there...
needless to say, i had to stop multiple times to clean out the mud so my bike would move...
i'm kinda glad i was alone because i was giggling as a kid as i slid and then was throwing mud out from my brakes and gears
it was still great. i even got a lecture on the way back up from the person i hitchhiked with that i shouldn't go alone. i did listen for a bit. but still have that invisibleness (it's a word in my book o.k.) where i think...i don't know what the big deal is. i mean it's not like i've bit through my lip when i was riding alone or got lost from 6 p.m. to 3 a.m. on a trail. the person could not figure out what my deal was and asked me how old i was thinking it was justify my irrational thought. surprised at my late 20's, it didn't help the situation. unfortunately yesterday no one could go and when i want to go ride, i ride. i even made a friend out of the day that said anytime i wanted to ride that i could call her. i was just impressed that becky was in her 40's with her hubby riding bikes... i was envious of a marriage like that.