Early July on the two track that stretches between Rose Hill and Juniper Ridge…

Lupines and gaillardia everywhere.  Alumroot poking up amongst the grasses on the shaded cutbanks of the road.  Green, green grass and the luscious contours of an aspen canopy above us on the hills.  The flanks of the hills across the valley are cast into shadows.  On the Sunday of our long weekend, I ride the length of this road twice–once early in the morning and then I convince the family to come back again after dinner.  Even though the evening ride is brisk with an evening wind, I feel like I ride through eye candy, every turn in the road offering a new image worth a painting.