Friday Haiku: White Rim
Dirt, sky, and sand. Nice. Endless miles at a brisk pace. Think I’ll sit a while.
Summer Singletrack
The mountains are opening up. The grass is tall and green and lush. The trees are heavy with damp leaves, the run-off flowing freely filling streams and rivers and lakes. The flowers are yawning toward the light. It is early summer. The explosion of life that follows the long and dormant winter is inspiring, […]
Cascade Mountain
Timpanogos dominates the southern Wasatch skyline. But Cascade Mountain, its neighbor to the south and its partner in creating Provo Canyon can be equally breathtaking, magnificent, and eminent. It is, arguably, much less accessible than the well traveled Timpanogos, which sees thousands of pilgrims climb its slopes every summer. Cascade Mountain on the other hand […]
Turning a Corner (Canyon)
And so the quest continues. In fact, this episodic endeavor has become somewhat of an obsession. The chasing of ends I am unable to actually obtain, and yet close enough to make a compelling run at them anyway. And little by little the hobbles are breaking loose, the rust crumbling, and the engine burning cleaner […]
Wednesday Warrior
A note from Grizzly: I have managed to somehow point Backcountrytimes.com to this blog. I’ve tried a few things to remedy the situation, but to no avail. If any of you have any experience hosting two domains under one GoDaddy account, feel free to contact me. In the meantime I apologize if you were looking […]
Evening on the Shoreline
The sun took one last, deep breath before it plunged below the distant western horizon. The trees were still, the last light of day glinting off the new leaves of spring. All was quiet. The singletrack weaved and contoured over ridges and through small hollows and canyons. Far above the massive Timpanogos watched sleepily, slowly […]
Smoked Grizzly: Epilogue
I wonder, no, I hope that being in a certain state of mind can and does effect ones fitness. I realized on Saturday, with some surprise that I had forgotten how to race. The simple, considerably mundane functions of racing–pace, strategy, fueling, etc–seemed to escape me from the outset. Slowly those old habits returned, or […]
Smoked Grizzly
Being delusional has always been a strong point of mine. One may even go so far as to call it my ‘superpower‘. I have a stunning talent for wrapping my brain around a difficult, largely undo-able task and turning into an insignificant, everyday, routine occurrence. I shrink the world and slip it comfortably into my […]
