A weekend long family reunion in the mountains is a cheap excuse for a ride. Missus Zip is already up there. I promised her I’d get up there fast tomorrow, but I’m sure she knows me better than that. 2 of my kids have jobs and responsibilities and can’t go, which is how it should be at their age.
East Canyon is a beautiful ride. A great ride to just take your time….Up through the aspens, and great turns as you head into Morgan County. I look forward to this part. Just me and my bike. 88 miles in 6 hours. I’m gonna stop at any little thing of interest. Take a picture of that view. Breathe. Drink in the scenery. Enjoy that sweeping curve. Bark at that douche bag on his pedal bike for being in the middle of the road when he doesn’t need to be. Round a lake. Hit that side road that I’ve always wondered about. Stop at every historical marker that someone made in 1962.
Shit, now I can’t wait. A good ride is a beautiful thing. It’s warm up here, and the windshield is stored away for a while.
My youngest is 11, and I’ll pack a helmet and some sunglasses for her so she can ride back with her Dad. An opportunity. I gotta think those are the moments they’ll remember, at least I hope so. She’s a good kid.