More fun on bikes this weekend in the million acres of the Grand Canyon Parashant National Monument. This time we drove the 30 miles south from St George to the border of the park and started riding from there. We also took overnight gear. This was my first bike-packing adventure. I’m not sure...

Smith Mesa was the object of our tires today. Not very technical, good thing cause you can’t keep yer eyes on the trail. Plenty steep though. Rumors of ejector seats and flying monkeys abound behind these signs. We sure wanted to explore…but resisted. These signs really pull ya in don’t...

North and a bit west of St George is a range of mountains snuggled up against the Nevada border.  They haven’t hit my radar at all yet ’cause they don’t lie between here and St George, not even by way of my jagged thinking.  I’ve put the trans utah obsession on...