Every year since I’ve been married, my wife’s family has a family reunion at the Lions Lodge in Morgan Utah. The last few years I’ve tried to make a ride out of it if I could. A few beautiful canyons, a lake and just a really enjoyable ride separate where I live from the camp spot, and last saturday I headed that way, like I’ve done the last 24 years. At the last minute I put on my windshield and threw my leathers in my saddlebags, and I was glad I did. It got colder than hell for a June when I hit the summit in Park City.
There’s always been a loose guideline with my girls that when they turn 11, we go on a long ride. Wendy and Megan have done thousands of miles on a bike, and when Bri turned 11 she told me it was her turn. She hadn’t ridden as much with me, and I was pretty happy and proud that she’d remembered. I gotta think the small moments like that are what they’ll remember, at least I hope so. It was with me, and my dad.
The weather up here is dumb. I’m still not used to wearing a jacket in June, let alone leathers. It was threatening rain, but very little dropped. Just a typical northern Utah cold front in spring I guess.
East Canyon is awesome. Some history here. I drank in what I could and tried to learn a thing from historical markers. I wanted to hit the Kozy Cafe in Echo to see if they still had their shingle out for business, but I decided to get to the reunion. I’d be really surprised if the Kozy is still open. Another time…
The reunion was fun. Bri was excited to ride, so we headed back sunday morning. Her first 100 mile ride. She’s a pro, just like her sisters. A cool moment for me.
Great little ride. She had fun and so did I. I got good kids.
She’s ready for a long weekend ride methinks. Her vote is Disneyland 🙂
2 days, 4 counties, 170 miles