Friday has rolled around one more time and I haven’t done much.

I did a two in one on Wednesday. Ian and I did a short jaunt on the road. Mostly we tried to find Smithfield Canyon, but apparently the locals around here don’t know how to get places. So we did the Tour de Smithfield’s suburban hell. Wondering to and fro through neighborhoods desperately looking for a way to get out.

Then came evening. I decided it would be a good idea for me to do a long mountain ride, at least longer than I have been doing. I rode the Canal Trail to the River Trail and back to First Dam. At First Dam, they have recently finished the Boneville Shoreline Trail, or at least to that point. It seemed a good idea to ride the Shoreline Trail over to Green Canyon. Unfortunately, those who built the final part of the Shoreline Trail did so in a way that made it extremely dificult to climb, as in it is bloody steep. I was forced to stand up straight in the pedals and push with all my force down to maintain forward momentum. And to further the suffering, there is a false summit or two before the trail finally levels off and begins to descend towards the canyon.

After the brutality of the climb, I found the original Shoreline Trail that is a six inch singletrack that parallels the new trail. This part of the trail was quite enjoyable even if the trail was so narrow that the sage brush just about ripped me off my bike a few times. The trail flows up and down staying relatively flat until it drops into Green Canyon. This ride started at 7 p.m. on a day that was cold for May. By the time I reached the canyon it was in the shade and I was freezing despite having my knickers, long sleeve wool jersey and vest on. I got to the end of the singletrack and headed home as fast as possible.

I was spent.

I haven’t ridden since.

For some reason it has taken me a long time, but I have finally started writing in hopes of getting something published again. I guess the motivation comes mostly from being so bored and getting sick of reading what others have written. The creative juices have begun to take their toll and the muses haunting my house will soon be caught and pinned to a blank piece of brown paper.

Peace. Love. and Revolution.