Today's Mileage: 68
Total Mileage: 1209
Dave Fox, Wesley, and I started the day's ride out of Panguitch after a quick stop at the grocery store for some breakfast muffins.
After the first 9 miles, we entered Red Canyon and got to ride on a bike path away from traffic that was smooth as a baby's butt. The rocks around us were spectacular, and we rode slowly to take it all in.
Next, we passed through a section of Bryce Canyon. We enjoyed a huge, fast downhill through the canyon, only to find another beautiful canyon ahead of us, totally different from the last.
Lunch was at the unfortunately non-descript town of Cannonville, where Fox took over the driving and Alpine joined me on his bike. We had a couple climbs, including an ly steep one out of a canyon, but were rewarded with an 18-mile downhill stretch at the end of the ride.
The wind had kicked up, and a storm was brewing to the North. Fox stopped so we could prepare ourselves with rain gear, but nothing could have prepared me for the vicious crosswind that almost knocked me off my bike several times.
We were pleased to find Fox and Wesley at a cool cafe/outfitter where we enjoyed some of Utah's microbrews (all 4% ABV) and very drinkable.
Up until this point we had been complaining about how uncreative Utah is in naming streets and roads. No matter what town you visit, the streets are named things like 200 North and 1150 East. BORING!
But Fox wisely pointed out that all the creativity that was left out of the street naming went into the naming of beers. Besides the Porter I chuckled about a couple days ago, we also saw Chasing Tail Ale, Virgin Stout, and Evolution Ale (truly a dirty word in these parts), to name a few.
Because the skies were uncertain, we opted to stay in an adorable cabin with bunk beds.
Total Mileage: 1209
Dave Fox, Wesley, and I started the day's ride out of Panguitch after a quick stop at the grocery store for some breakfast muffins.
After the first 9 miles, we entered Red Canyon and got to ride on a bike path away from traffic that was smooth as a baby's butt. The rocks around us were spectacular, and we rode slowly to take it all in.
Next, we passed through a section of Bryce Canyon. We enjoyed a huge, fast downhill through the canyon, only to find another beautiful canyon ahead of us, totally different from the last.
Lunch was at the unfortunately non-descript town of Cannonville, where Fox took over the driving and Alpine joined me on his bike. We had a couple climbs, including an ly steep one out of a canyon, but were rewarded with an 18-mile downhill stretch at the end of the ride.
The wind had kicked up, and a storm was brewing to the North. Fox stopped so we could prepare ourselves with rain gear, but nothing could have prepared me for the vicious crosswind that almost knocked me off my bike several times.
We were pleased to find Fox and Wesley at a cool cafe/outfitter where we enjoyed some of Utah's microbrews (all 4% ABV) and very drinkable.
Up until this point we had been complaining about how uncreative Utah is in naming streets and roads. No matter what town you visit, the streets are named things like 200 North and 1150 East. BORING!
But Fox wisely pointed out that all the creativity that was left out of the street naming went into the naming of beers. Besides the Porter I chuckled about a couple days ago, we also saw Chasing Tail Ale, Virgin Stout, and Evolution Ale (truly a dirty word in these parts), to name a few.
Because the skies were uncertain, we opted to stay in an adorable cabin with bunk beds.
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