Okay so we really aren't weekend warriors because we ride all week, too...but hey, I needed a title. And nevermind the fact that this post is late and tomorrow is time for another ride; it's been a BUSY week.
Last Saturday we felt the need for some fresh mountain air + beautiful scenery so we hit the road. As we travelled through the city I marvelled (as usual) at the number of cars on the road. There are just SO MANY PEOPLE in this valley. It boggles my mind. And SLC isn't even a big city, by most standards...yet I will never get used to the sheer numbers here. Just to illustrate: one time when Jed and I were young (let's say REALLY young cuz otherwise this will be embarrassing) we were talking about Salt Lake City. Back then Salt Lake City and Provo were the same thing to us, and all cities were the size of SLC. So basically we were talking about cities and how there are so many people there. We concluded that the cities themselves weren't really THAT big, they just seemed that way because of all the people. For example, the distance from Henrieville (home) to Cannonville (next town over) is three miles. We were quite certain there was no way a city could cover that much distance. We were convinced.
If only we had been right! I face this sad reality whenever I go anywhere. It's a day's journey just to leave this darn city! So Hunter and I hopped on the bike, and several hours later we were finally heading up Emigration Canyon. Okay I admit to a bit of exaggeration, but it felt like hours. We also had a few Near Death Experiences, which is par for the course as well. I feel a tirade coming on...I'd better change the subject!! Or better yet, I'll throw in some pics:
The rat race
Starting to see green
Sweet solitude, here we come!
I love riding. When I'm in the car, I tune everything out. I read, eat, sleep...pretty much anything BUT pay attention. On the bike, however, I am in the moment. I am part of the scene. I am living, breathing, experiencing the entire vista with all my senses. It is so invigorating.
The best part was that the leaves are starting to change! There was much more color than I had expected, and of course it is beautiful. And sad...it's so hard to let go of summer.
Do I strike fear into your heart?
Okay enough laughing...I was only kidding!! ;)
Love those twisties!
We saw a Golden Eagle in a tree and decided to stalk him.
He got nervous and took off...
but he didn't go very far. We continued our photo shoot.
Why did the cow cross the road?
No idea. But he was NOT in a hurry to get to the other side.
Looks like home:
There's something nostalgic about red rock. :)
Between Woodruff and Evanston, Hunter picked up a passenger of the winged variety. It dive-bombed into his shirt and we had to make an emergency stop for bug-evacuation purposes. Highly entertaining (unless you were Hunter).
The moon was huge and lovely, but rather elusive when you're trying to capture it from the back of a speeding, vibrating machine.
Same with the sunset. It was gorgeous, but the V-strom is no tri-pod!
Ah, well. Those last pics do a pretty decent job of summing up my feelings as we arrived home: grateful for the beauty but in need of a good bed. :)