Ahhh! My legs are tired and I can feel the after morning burn caused by a long climb. You all know what I’m talking about. Waking up to feel like your legs are filled with lead and a grogginess that only the most lethargic of desert animals can top. I would much prefer to be vegging out in my small cave writing on lineless brown paper about my days happenings, that would leave you all out of the loop and cause certain people undue stress as the worry about my riding status.

The climb that gave me this morning’s  burn was none less than the Jardine Juniper Trail with 525 meters in about a 4 mile sustained grunt (altitude according to my Suunto watch). This is the same trail the Alliance adopted a few weeks ago and that is in desperate need of more love than this Knuckler can afford to give. I headed up the trail with my hand saw only to find that the Forest Service had already beat me to the punch and had cleared the trail from our last snow. On a side note, our last snow was about two weeks ago. One thing I have noticed about riding in Logan is the bloody pollen. I have no symptoms of allergy while in the valley but get me up on a mountain trail and my throat all but closes off. It is so bad that I can actually taste and smell the pollen in the air. I imagine, although I don’t really know, that what I experience must be somewhat similar to Asthma. Last night was no exception. I even had a new mishap that proved almost debilitating. My eyes were so itchy and swollen I could barely see. I alternated between eyes to try and alleviate a bit of the problem. I have to say that bombing a trail at full speed without full vision enhances the adrenaline rush.

We also rode Wednesday. Yup, the Alliance ride is happening and healthy up here in the polar north. I am finally starting to get new people out and feel that it is worth while to ride every Wednesday. A few of the people we ride with now are new to the area and having a few locals (who despite being locals tend to get lost a lot) to guide the way, we have been able to show riders trails they probably would have never done on their own.

How’s the riding in Cache County? We have a lot of trails. Probably close to a million of them, but without quality what is quantity. There are four or five trails that are easily accessed from within the city and all of the trails are really within riding distance if you have the time to spin your way up the canyon. With that said, I’d give my left nut to be able to ride SG again soon. I will be at Brian Head in the middle of July for a couple of days. If anyone is interested in riding please let me know and we will hook it up.

A todos modos, that’s about all I’ve got.

A nice quote to help you learn Spanish, “Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.” Pablo Neruda. As I’ve mentioned I’ve been reading his autobiography and have started to reread El Canto General. His autobiography is the most interesting biography I’ve ever read. He knew everyone from Picasso to Aragon and about everyone in between. He was in Spain during their Civil War when Franco took over and was exiled from Chile during Videla dictatorship (yes sponsored by the U.S.). Having recently taken a Spanish history class, his book puts a lot of things into place that were left out of my crash course. And yes, Mr. Gurr he met and wrote about the Anarchists of the time.

Well, I should go back to work so I’m out. The title to this post is an allusion, figure it out.

Peace.