You know you’re from Northern Utah when you can pronounce this city correctly: Mantua. Nice try foreigners… you said it wrong. It’s pronounced Man-a-way (great name right… men away) and it’s nestled in Sardine Canyon between Logan and Brigham City. Totes a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it city, but it has a lake/hole with water poured into it. I’d heard that there was a trail all the way around the lake that one could ride a bike/walk on… and I’d wanted to take the bike out there for months and months to do it, but never found the time. Having come back from Vegas to discover that I needed to stay around town to situate my schooling, I decided to make a day trip of it one day and headed out.
One problem… the day I picked to go, my dad hadn’t come home with his pickup truck, but his work bus instead… and sadly Beulah the Buick’s trunk space had room for a tricycle and a Barbie car… not a bike or two. I didn’t let that issue derail me and instead begged my dad into driving the bikes in his bus to Brigham City where Madre and I would drive out, meet him, and steal his truck. Using the ole noggin for something other than keeping my head from caving in… THUMBS UP!
The trail was more of a hard-packed gravely thing… but it was a pretty nice trail. Madre complained that the scenery wasn’t pretty enough. What did she expect from a town with no men… I JOKE! It wasn’t as pretty as my Tony Grove or Bear Lake would have been, but there were some nice parts. I can find beauty anywhere these days… unless it’s a gas station bathroom stall… ain’t nothing bee-u-teeful about those places… no sir!
The bike/walking trail is actually that smaller one to the left of the road.
Madre growling about the scenery on her Gramsy Bike with a pair of aviators in hand. Who says biking don’t mean you can be a fashionista too!
For those of you unfamiliar… them there are trees… and that other stuff is polluted sewage stores. 😛
The beach portion… there were some dudes water skiing… or more like belly flopping every 5 seconds. Better than the 0 seconds I could have been up.
Check out my pal, Mr. Bee… we had to become pals on account of the fact that I’m allergic to bee stings. Back off… I ain’t afraid to use this mace!
I’d do it again. Just need to rent me a bus of some kind… oh, and note to self: Invest in bee mace!
Question of the Day: Do you have a favorite walking/biking path/trail? Where is it?