Just in case you didn’t know, it is officially Goose Season.
It felt like ages since I’d ridden Goose.
There is a certain feel when Goose Season starts and it was clearly in the air yesterday. The air is a bit cooler, autumn is in the air or at least you feel like it is right around the corner and your legs are dying to just crank up some small sandstone slabs. I had all these feels as we hit Main Street and sped up on our way out to the Yurts.
We met up with the Mayor, had to relocate due to Jesus being in training and not having a clue what to do with himself, but we got everyone settled and headed out for a rip. Mama Bear rode a couple of miles with us and then turned around to train on the puppy. Kenny and I then hit the gas. We hammered out the north rim and made it to the entrance to Secret only to find that my Winnie was limping. After some careful examinations and letting her rest, we determined it would be best to cut off a bit.
This shortening sent us down Hidden Canyon and then back to the North Rim over to Bowls riding the portions we usually miss, catching the backside of Practice and then Windmill back to the Yurts. Goose is always fun, but it can be particularly magical to catch a ride with someone who is close to your pace and skill level where you can just pedal and rip around the mesa. Such was yesterday’s ride.
