Growing up in California makes spring fever come early for me even though I have lived here in Utah for 17 years. Wile those around me are prepping there snow boards and can hardly wait for the next snow storm, I am doing the opposite. I am always looking for the break in the storm so I can take a ride on the awesomely lonely trails this time of the year. Soon The west desert will be the last frontier for biking in the frozen state for a season. But not today: Even with the days growing shorter, quiet trails leading to peaceful sunsets are all mine.