So while she was occupied for 6hrs in a conference room turning the world of on line teaching upside down, I took a little time for myself.
First I met Matt and Dusty for lunch at Vino's roach truck in Bountiful. That man turns out some delicious grub, I recommend the cheese steak sandwich. We talked about old times and good times and the current state of affairs, caught up on family and generally enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.
Then D and I headed off to go ride the Mueller Park trail, I used to ride this trail all the time when we lived there 9 yrs ago. I did not ride as much then as I do now and my memory of suffering up the trail to Elephant Rock made me a little nervous about bringing the SS. I shouldn't have worried, what I had forgotten was how smooth that track is and my gearing was perfect. The leaves are changing and there was a layer of yellow covering the ground. Riding on leaves makes for a very quiet ride.
This could have been the ride of the year, at least top 3. It was one of those days where I felt like I could ride forever.
Special thanks to Dustin for being my photog.
D forgot his helmet but weighed the odds and decided to ride anyway. I think he was glad he did.
The view from Elephant Rock, the canyon out to the lake.
Dusty also shot a great video but Blogger is refusing to play nice. So watch for the next post, I have something special for you. (By special I mean shortbus special.)
2 comments:
Twas a great ride indeed. I rode two days later (two cold days later) and the quiet yellow carpet had turned to a crunchy brown carpet. Not quite a pretty, but still a wonderful fall ride. I rode Saturday, which was only a few days after our first snow, and it was cold, slushy and muddy - just the way I like it. Gotta get all the rides in that I can before the snow flies with more umph.
So how much did that little trip make you miss living up north? Probably a lot because there's not much that compares with the nostalgia of Mueller Park Canyon. Especially in the fall.
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