Marysvale Ride

stopping for a drink and tomfoolery

The summer seems to be rapidly evaporating.  August has been quite toasty, but the past few weeks you begin to see the signs of approaching fall.  Before we let the pressures of a new school year we were able to squeeze in two more activities.  

the gang at 11,000 feet

For years I have read about the famous paiute trail in the mountains of central Utah.  Being the motorcycle nut that I am last winter I made arrangements camping in Marysvale Utah which is in the center of the trail system.

Sunday hike to the falls

I invited our neighbors; Dana and Davis Johnson, Marshall and Devin.  Actually anyone would have been welcome provided they brought an appropriate ride.  It is a spectacular place to ride.  The scenery is inspiring and the trails are fast and easy.  Well don't tell Marshall I said that, he biffed it on one trail that sent him home early.  Borrowing Davis's YZ125 he locked up the rear end coming around a corner and laid the bike down.  Unfortunately he slammed his arm onto an embedded rock.  Rather than breaking his arm the sharp rock made a puncture wound that bled like a stuck pig.  It was most impressive the amount of blood soaking his jersey.  His arm was badly bruised as well as his ego.  We sent him home with Devin a day early.