Alright, one set of pictures from tonight, and one Video from 2 nights ago!! (bored yet!?!)
Lucked out tonight -- Denver is being blown off the map, but Evergreen is sitting calm at the dark edge of the storm for some reason.
So I saddled up the pony, careful to take the torches, and headed out for some bliss.
I definitely lucked out. I had the WHOLE place to myself. And, I got to ride back down the whole thing in the dark. Ran through one enormous family of deer. Saw a number of bats. And another Owl in the middle of the trail! Definitely a sweet success.
ANNNNDDDD.... Tuesday night, with my sweet ridin' pal M, we headed out for a thoroughly ruckus night of MTBFun and MTB-Games!!! I caught a ton of video just to showcase some of the kick-ass fun riding we have around here. Not that most of you don't already know it and ride it... but I had to express my Personal MTB Hype ... just because I can... and just because it's SO stinkin' FUN!!!
So:
9/30/09
9/27/09
such bliss!
How about some video!?!
... a little mellow rock work from a slow, all afternoon ride from home. this is just a sampling of some fun stuff on a fun loop. nothing too huge, but of course, it's always a bit bigger than it looks ;-)
For ScottMorris: rocks!
For Lynda and Dave: you two, please come play!
For GooneyNess: one night this week. Get here.
For Mom: more for you to see!
not the most interesting film, and of course, video/camera does the trail and mess absolutely NO justice at all. oh-well. can't seem to get around that one!
In other news:
ChainRingBolt Engagement Ring!! They're all the rave!!!!
Yup, it's true!!! Ed bolted me during the VaporTrail!
jj
9/26/09
the perfect day ...
... for an all afternoon ride.
Roan-DD-A3S-EM-Homestead-A3S-DD-Roan
caught a bunch of video along the way...
25mi, 3420', leisurely.
jj
Roan-DD-A3S-EM-Homestead-A3S-DD-Roan
caught a bunch of video along the way...
25mi, 3420', leisurely.
jj
9/20/09
we're back!
A few pix from our week in Ouray and Silverton!!!
Ed will post his INCREDIBLE pictures some time soon -- I hope. I almost didn't bother taking pix this time. Ed's are truly wonderful!
More, please!!
jj
Ed will post his INCREDIBLE pictures some time soon -- I hope. I almost didn't bother taking pix this time. Ed's are truly wonderful!
More, please!!
jj
9/16/09
The Story
Everyone else is doing it, so here is my silly 'ride report':
Lining up for the Vt125, I had 2 lists. One list (list A) contained all the things I could control going into the race and during the race (course knowledge, time knowledge, food, bike, MIND SET). The other list (list B) contained the things that were either Unknown, or Uncontrollable.
I was actually able to line up with list A pretty well managed. For once, my head was on board -- with the dark, the distance, the course (intimately so), the requirements of the time and space ... all of it. I will not lie: I felt really prepared internally and externally as much as possible.
List B, however, had a couple items on it that were ... deal breakers if they showed up. The biggest thing on list B was the Body-Energy state. My 2 to 3 -month fight with the belly and the bottomless-ly empty energy, left me with so few days to really test the engines before ride day. This was a big Unknown for me ... and without it, I knew I'd have no interest in trying to log this kind of ride.
Unfortunately, the body simply didn't show up. On top of the fact that the rain and cold weather were wrecking havoc on my Fun factor, I simply didn't make the decision to LET the body try and show up somewhere along that 108 mile course. So that was my failure this time. But truth be told, I wasn't too up for repeating my Midnight Rodeo ride for an extended period.
So I flipped the pony, bundled up, and blew through a bubble of illuminated fog, straight back to the hotel room.
So that is my "race report" for the race that was hardly a race, having only completed section one ;-)
hehehehe.... Next time. The body will come back. And all will be well.
On the more incredible side:
EDE completely blew through the night and finished his 5th VT125!!! What a MAN! He is my sexxy-beast, and I admire him so much! Way to go, super-buny!!
And, my dear friend and riding partner, Ez, completely and utterly beat the peepee out of everyone. 4th Overall -- the only woman to brave the wet night, holding on for the magic of the dawn.
Here is Ez in her Pre-Win State, soaked by rain already and all:
And, here is Ez realizing that it was actually, ME who was helping her Caffinate and get all sugar-loaded up on top of Monarch (I think she said something like this: "oh .... what are YOU doing here":
And, Ez's man, SuperChris ... frakin' ROCKED the course and finished in a blaze of glory, too! WTF... I thought you were 'resting' dude ;-)
To all the finishers this year: WAY TO RIDE!!!!!
And now: Ed and I spent 2 days in Ouray, soaking in the mineral hot springs and vapor caves (yes, seriously), and hiking the straight-up mountain bliss.
We're now in Silverton, soaking in the Fall colors and season change.
We're soaking in the very Mellow Mountain Love.
More stories to come!!
Jj
Lining up for the Vt125, I had 2 lists. One list (list A) contained all the things I could control going into the race and during the race (course knowledge, time knowledge, food, bike, MIND SET). The other list (list B) contained the things that were either Unknown, or Uncontrollable.
I was actually able to line up with list A pretty well managed. For once, my head was on board -- with the dark, the distance, the course (intimately so), the requirements of the time and space ... all of it. I will not lie: I felt really prepared internally and externally as much as possible.
List B, however, had a couple items on it that were ... deal breakers if they showed up. The biggest thing on list B was the Body-Energy state. My 2 to 3 -month fight with the belly and the bottomless-ly empty energy, left me with so few days to really test the engines before ride day. This was a big Unknown for me ... and without it, I knew I'd have no interest in trying to log this kind of ride.
Unfortunately, the body simply didn't show up. On top of the fact that the rain and cold weather were wrecking havoc on my Fun factor, I simply didn't make the decision to LET the body try and show up somewhere along that 108 mile course. So that was my failure this time. But truth be told, I wasn't too up for repeating my Midnight Rodeo ride for an extended period.
So I flipped the pony, bundled up, and blew through a bubble of illuminated fog, straight back to the hotel room.
So that is my "race report" for the race that was hardly a race, having only completed section one ;-)
hehehehe.... Next time. The body will come back. And all will be well.
On the more incredible side:
EDE completely blew through the night and finished his 5th VT125!!! What a MAN! He is my sexxy-beast, and I admire him so much! Way to go, super-buny!!
And, my dear friend and riding partner, Ez, completely and utterly beat the peepee out of everyone. 4th Overall -- the only woman to brave the wet night, holding on for the magic of the dawn.
Here is Ez in her Pre-Win State, soaked by rain already and all:
And, here is Ez realizing that it was actually, ME who was helping her Caffinate and get all sugar-loaded up on top of Monarch (I think she said something like this: "oh .... what are YOU doing here":
And, Ez's man, SuperChris ... frakin' ROCKED the course and finished in a blaze of glory, too! WTF... I thought you were 'resting' dude ;-)
To all the finishers this year: WAY TO RIDE!!!!!
And now: Ed and I spent 2 days in Ouray, soaking in the mineral hot springs and vapor caves (yes, seriously), and hiking the straight-up mountain bliss.
We're now in Silverton, soaking in the Fall colors and season change.
We're soaking in the very Mellow Mountain Love.
More stories to come!!
Jj
9/11/09
9/9/09
head in the clouds
so i'm barreling down the last bit of local, back-woods singletrack for the night ... rippin' along, just minding my own business ... head completely in the clouds ...
i round a corner and for some reason 'come to' (apparently my head was REALLY lost in the clouds)... I come to, look around as I start to bank the last bit of this turn... and what do i see?
i see that i'm about to barrel straight into the middle of a large herd of elk!!!
look who was there!(horrible picture, but i couldn't pass taking this one)
yup. he was bugling and chasing ALL of the femmes around. he was definitely large and in charge.
anyway... other pix from the ride this evening:
jj
9/8/09
splash!
Got home from work with two thoughts: change the front tire, and go for a spin.
Is it me, or are Bontragers difficult to remove from rims? My work clothes are now covered in dirt from the last few rides I've done. Surprised? No.
The sky was heavy with black, streaked clouds and the wind ripped through the pine and aspen trees. Rolling thunder echoed off the surrounding hills ... and I could not WAIT to get out onto the singletrack.
By the time I hit dirt and pine, the forest was nice and dark, and the few already evolving aspen leaves brightened the darker forest coves. The wind stopped and the air cooled. The clouds moved South and the light started to glow. Not a soul on the trail tonight. It was so nice and silent ... and refreshing.
Gentle ride tonight. Just to spinn and roll and play. Found myself at a lookout about 1/2 way up the mountain. And what did I see?
A rainbow!
Horrible, grainy pic, I know. Sorry.
Hung out for a while, listening to the thunder.
Rolled back home just before dark.
jj
Is it me, or are Bontragers difficult to remove from rims? My work clothes are now covered in dirt from the last few rides I've done. Surprised? No.
The sky was heavy with black, streaked clouds and the wind ripped through the pine and aspen trees. Rolling thunder echoed off the surrounding hills ... and I could not WAIT to get out onto the singletrack.
By the time I hit dirt and pine, the forest was nice and dark, and the few already evolving aspen leaves brightened the darker forest coves. The wind stopped and the air cooled. The clouds moved South and the light started to glow. Not a soul on the trail tonight. It was so nice and silent ... and refreshing.
Gentle ride tonight. Just to spinn and roll and play. Found myself at a lookout about 1/2 way up the mountain. And what did I see?
A rainbow!
Horrible, grainy pic, I know. Sorry.
Hung out for a while, listening to the thunder.
Rolled back home just before dark.
jj
9/5/09
shakeout ...
... continuing the shake-out process. At this point, I'm just shooting to line up, but not to race. Goal is to finish, and to smile as much as possible. No times. Just crossin' that line.
This mornings goal was to just get back onto the pony, one pedal in front of the other. I just needed to see how it felt to ride again, since it seems like it's been a while. I'm finally off all of the anti-biotics, and I'm hoping the bod rebounds in some magic way. Not yet tho -- and until then, I feel a little touch-and-go, and a little careful to not burn myself to a crisp. Fun is the name of the game.
Well, I guess I did ride on Wednesday ;-) Wednesday's ride with Ez, while furiously fun and delightful, found me feeling FLAT. I had to remind myself that FLAT is far better than EMPTY or WASTED. So I guess it was a success ;-) We rode some rolly flat stuff, and eventually got our ponies to the base of Rattlesnake. Riding up Rattlesnake I was reminded about what a blessing Granny Gear can be. I'm expecting to spend a tremendous amount of time in GG next weekend -- so it was good practice ;-) It did feel good to clear all the rocky stuff, tho! Even the scary one! That was a success! Go team!!
Eszter, of course, was outta sight. Literally.
This mornings ride was just to re-experience the pony, pedaling, music, new tires ... all that pony-lovn'-jazz. The bike is together and all sussed out, minus one issue. I made a poor choice in rear tire. While it plays billy-goat in the choss and messy funk, it rolls kinda slow over smoother ground and makes me feel like I'm dragging cinder-blocks behind me. That's not a good feeling. Gotta find a good, fast, nimble, and yet messy-lovin' tire. Suggestions? (Jones AcX is on there now).
I made it to the top of what I didn't think I was even remotely interested in climbing ;-) I took my time, and even got off to walk a bit. It was a spectacular mid-day up on top. The rain storms were just about to blow in. The light was fantastic. The air was cool and I had goose bumps as I started back down the hill.
I hung out with this little critter for a while:
Back home in under 2 hours without obviously trying. I think that's mostly due to finding a bit of synchronicity along the way. As I started bombing down the messy, long descent, Dvorak's Symphony #9-Alegro con Fuoco started playing it's way thru the ipod, into the skull, and flowed directly through my body and into my bike. What happened then was a flowing, strong symphony of speed and grace ... barreling down through the forest, grin wide across my heart and soul.
Then... a nap. The perfect day.
jj
This mornings goal was to just get back onto the pony, one pedal in front of the other. I just needed to see how it felt to ride again, since it seems like it's been a while. I'm finally off all of the anti-biotics, and I'm hoping the bod rebounds in some magic way. Not yet tho -- and until then, I feel a little touch-and-go, and a little careful to not burn myself to a crisp. Fun is the name of the game.
Well, I guess I did ride on Wednesday ;-) Wednesday's ride with Ez, while furiously fun and delightful, found me feeling FLAT. I had to remind myself that FLAT is far better than EMPTY or WASTED. So I guess it was a success ;-) We rode some rolly flat stuff, and eventually got our ponies to the base of Rattlesnake. Riding up Rattlesnake I was reminded about what a blessing Granny Gear can be. I'm expecting to spend a tremendous amount of time in GG next weekend -- so it was good practice ;-) It did feel good to clear all the rocky stuff, tho! Even the scary one! That was a success! Go team!!
Eszter, of course, was outta sight. Literally.
This mornings ride was just to re-experience the pony, pedaling, music, new tires ... all that pony-lovn'-jazz. The bike is together and all sussed out, minus one issue. I made a poor choice in rear tire. While it plays billy-goat in the choss and messy funk, it rolls kinda slow over smoother ground and makes me feel like I'm dragging cinder-blocks behind me. That's not a good feeling. Gotta find a good, fast, nimble, and yet messy-lovin' tire. Suggestions? (Jones AcX is on there now).
I made it to the top of what I didn't think I was even remotely interested in climbing ;-) I took my time, and even got off to walk a bit. It was a spectacular mid-day up on top. The rain storms were just about to blow in. The light was fantastic. The air was cool and I had goose bumps as I started back down the hill.
I hung out with this little critter for a while:
Back home in under 2 hours without obviously trying. I think that's mostly due to finding a bit of synchronicity along the way. As I started bombing down the messy, long descent, Dvorak's Symphony #9-Alegro con Fuoco started playing it's way thru the ipod, into the skull, and flowed directly through my body and into my bike. What happened then was a flowing, strong symphony of speed and grace ... barreling down through the forest, grin wide across my heart and soul.
Then... a nap. The perfect day.
jj
8/30/09
Midnight Rodeo
Short version:
I found a black feather, in the shadow of night, chasing ghosts on the midnight trail.
The longer version:
Salida. Ed and I saddled up the ponies late in the evening, intending to ride the ColoTrail from Blanks cabin, North, into the night. And then back. Not a large ride by any means. But a demanding one, nonetheless.
We left camp in the sweet kiss of evening light, and barrelled down the initial 5 miles high on speed and the magical energy of the last moments of the golden hour. Around mile 6-ish, we found the need to light the torches and ride the ponies rodeo style, in the thick of night.
My pace slowed, to a rowdy saunter, as darkness enveloped us.
I have 3 words for this trail, with a multitude of meanings: That Trail Rocks -- in all possible manners of the word. It is one of my favorites.
The Good news is, I can ride a messy trail of rocks, uphill and downhill, in the dark. Good, good news.
That bad news is: 12 days of 2 different types of antibiotics, a completely compromised diet and all the disorder that creates within the body, have absolutely killed me, any energy store I might have had, and 99.5% of my spirit. Period.
Thus, it was a slow ride for me, chasing Ed, whose black cape feathered behind him, leaving me encased in the liquid night. Alone. And solo. And finally (for once), very, very comfortable. At last! I have found comfort on the pony, in the Wild (and sometimes terrifying) West, in the secretive places of the night-forest.
I won't lie. There was fear. And I struggled for the majority of all that fast, furious and unruly flow, trying to pin down what it was... exactly. Turns out it had nothing to do with the potential of spending 16-20 hours out there alone in a few weeks. Nope. And, it had nothing to do with the depth of the night. It had nothing to do with the rocks or the woods or the eyes flashing in my lights from somewhere deep in the chaotic and black forest. Nope.
Turns out I was simply afraid of riding this section, this night, backwards ... as in: we got ourselves out there, and it was a rollicking, mad hoot to do so. In my mind, and with what I could tell was an absolutely empty inner tank, I had to haul my butt, my pony, my lights, my pack, and my heavy brain back up that rodeo to get to camp. That scared me, because I knew I had less than nothing to give.
The good thing about this section is that in truth, it's not really that long. So, all I had to remember was: no matter what, I would make it back to camp, back to a nice cool shower in the dark, and into my fluffy, cozy sweet bed ... at some point.
I walked a lot of the steep (and not so steep) stuff. But I rode all the chunky stuff. That success alone lit a fire just big enough to get myself back to camp, out of my soaking wet riding clothes (apparently I was sweating like a horse), through the cool midnight shower, and into my pillowy clean bed.
Along the way the universe provided two additional gifts: I saw a baby owl on the trail. And I found my black feather off the side of the trail, settled in a mess of rocks and sticks. And then somewhere in the witching hours that night, as I lie lost in dreams, the coyotes started a mad, mad howl.
For those of you who know what I'm talking about, I hereby pronounce that Section 2 bears the name of: Midnight Rodeo. I also request that all who shall ride it the night of September 12th listen to Beck's, Black Tambourine while riding rowdy through the rocky sections.
I'm just sayin'.
jj
I found a black feather, in the shadow of night, chasing ghosts on the midnight trail.
The longer version:
Salida. Ed and I saddled up the ponies late in the evening, intending to ride the ColoTrail from Blanks cabin, North, into the night. And then back. Not a large ride by any means. But a demanding one, nonetheless.
We left camp in the sweet kiss of evening light, and barrelled down the initial 5 miles high on speed and the magical energy of the last moments of the golden hour. Around mile 6-ish, we found the need to light the torches and ride the ponies rodeo style, in the thick of night.
My pace slowed, to a rowdy saunter, as darkness enveloped us.
I have 3 words for this trail, with a multitude of meanings: That Trail Rocks -- in all possible manners of the word. It is one of my favorites.
The Good news is, I can ride a messy trail of rocks, uphill and downhill, in the dark. Good, good news.
That bad news is: 12 days of 2 different types of antibiotics, a completely compromised diet and all the disorder that creates within the body, have absolutely killed me, any energy store I might have had, and 99.5% of my spirit. Period.
Thus, it was a slow ride for me, chasing Ed, whose black cape feathered behind him, leaving me encased in the liquid night. Alone. And solo. And finally (for once), very, very comfortable. At last! I have found comfort on the pony, in the Wild (and sometimes terrifying) West, in the secretive places of the night-forest.
I won't lie. There was fear. And I struggled for the majority of all that fast, furious and unruly flow, trying to pin down what it was... exactly. Turns out it had nothing to do with the potential of spending 16-20 hours out there alone in a few weeks. Nope. And, it had nothing to do with the depth of the night. It had nothing to do with the rocks or the woods or the eyes flashing in my lights from somewhere deep in the chaotic and black forest. Nope.
Turns out I was simply afraid of riding this section, this night, backwards ... as in: we got ourselves out there, and it was a rollicking, mad hoot to do so. In my mind, and with what I could tell was an absolutely empty inner tank, I had to haul my butt, my pony, my lights, my pack, and my heavy brain back up that rodeo to get to camp. That scared me, because I knew I had less than nothing to give.
The good thing about this section is that in truth, it's not really that long. So, all I had to remember was: no matter what, I would make it back to camp, back to a nice cool shower in the dark, and into my fluffy, cozy sweet bed ... at some point.
I walked a lot of the steep (and not so steep) stuff. But I rode all the chunky stuff. That success alone lit a fire just big enough to get myself back to camp, out of my soaking wet riding clothes (apparently I was sweating like a horse), through the cool midnight shower, and into my pillowy clean bed.
Along the way the universe provided two additional gifts: I saw a baby owl on the trail. And I found my black feather off the side of the trail, settled in a mess of rocks and sticks. And then somewhere in the witching hours that night, as I lie lost in dreams, the coyotes started a mad, mad howl.
For those of you who know what I'm talking about, I hereby pronounce that Section 2 bears the name of: Midnight Rodeo. I also request that all who shall ride it the night of September 12th listen to Beck's, Black Tambourine while riding rowdy through the rocky sections.
I'm just sayin'.
jj
8/19/09
8/16/09
FriSatSun: Pony LOVE
8/12/09
another year has already rolled by?
Nothing marks the turning of a full years worth of gears than: Cyn's annual Dirt-Crit Awards party!!
How is it that she seems to give awards to people who never even show up to the dirt crits -- not even once? I think she needs to re-name this little get together, because it truly is a Boulder Annual Event, and it truly is the Highlight of August for many cyclists ... we all need a little BUMP in our summer in August, don't we!?!?
True to form, Cyn always throws a wonderful event for the pure sake of her community. I mean, she IS the center of it, isn't she? Who better than to provide a mid-week get together of comic proportions?!
Looking forward to seeing all The People tonight!!!
Cyn ------- you really are a rock-star, you know that?
Jj
How is it that she seems to give awards to people who never even show up to the dirt crits -- not even once? I think she needs to re-name this little get together, because it truly is a Boulder Annual Event, and it truly is the Highlight of August for many cyclists ... we all need a little BUMP in our summer in August, don't we!?!?
True to form, Cyn always throws a wonderful event for the pure sake of her community. I mean, she IS the center of it, isn't she? Who better than to provide a mid-week get together of comic proportions?!
Looking forward to seeing all The People tonight!!!
Cyn ------- you really are a rock-star, you know that?
Jj
8/9/09
maybe... juuusst maybe...
60mi
6,740'asc
6:10hrs
10.0m-avg
first 40 miles: better than very well
40 mile complete implosion
20 minute break: humming bird landed on my handlebars!
did NOT quit: +20 miles, continuing, taking the long way home (but still missing the larger goal for today -- which isn't bad considering I've not been able to ride like 10 miles at all for the last month (not including last weekend)).
ED, however --- managed to reach our original goal today!!!!: ALL trails at Buff Creek in one thoroughly convoluted set of 8 loops. Or something messy like that! Well done, hon!!! Next time I won't skip out on the last 3 ;-)
Jj
6,740'asc
6:10hrs
10.0m-avg
first 40 miles: better than very well
40 mile complete implosion
20 minute break: humming bird landed on my handlebars!
did NOT quit: +20 miles, continuing, taking the long way home (but still missing the larger goal for today -- which isn't bad considering I've not been able to ride like 10 miles at all for the last month (not including last weekend)).
ED, however --- managed to reach our original goal today!!!!: ALL trails at Buff Creek in one thoroughly convoluted set of 8 loops. Or something messy like that! Well done, hon!!! Next time I won't skip out on the last 3 ;-)
Jj
8/2/09
rendezvouX!
I took myself out for a 50 mile, 5000'up, 5 hour ride on my favorite trail in an effort to re-inspire and re-motivate.
However, truth is, most of my motivation came from knowing that I could rendezvous with the CTR racers!!
7:45am, I started at the Buff Creek Ranger Station, as usual, hit Shinglemill, then the ColoTrail up to the top parking lot, then over onto 'top of the world' and headed over to the drop-climb-BigDrop down to the Platte.
I caught them ALL climbing up the trail from the Platte river. The lead racers had crested the summit of that darn hill in just under 3 hours. OUCH. OUUUUCCCCHHH. OWWIE .... Crazy People, I tell you!
This one is for Lynda:
All I said as I saw him flying down then back up the hill was: "CRACKHEADDDDD!!!!".... He just laughed and almost missed the trail as he said: "jj!!!!!!" That was the end of that encounter.
Then... Stefan!!!!
He was lookin' so casual and so not even remotely sweaty ... I had to wonder ;-) He actually wanted to stop and say HI! Sweet man!
Was lucky to see Scott Morris ... the man, the myth, the magical blogger!
Mr. Greg Bachman..... He was sooo mmmeeellloowww and sweet!!!!
Our very own, Dave Nice!
For ALL of the pix, and all but about 5 of the riders, click HERE!
After seeing everyone, and taking pix, I continued to drop all the way down. I crossed the river and climbed up the East side towards Waterton, and blissed my little brain and body out... for a while ;-) I dropped to the Moto-No-No sign and pipes just after the waterfall drop, and turned my sorry ass around.
LOVELY day out on the trail. Good news for me is that it took me 4 hours to hit my tired place instead of 30 minutes. Let's hope today wasn't just a fluke. Or an accident. Or something.
jj
However, truth is, most of my motivation came from knowing that I could rendezvous with the CTR racers!!
7:45am, I started at the Buff Creek Ranger Station, as usual, hit Shinglemill, then the ColoTrail up to the top parking lot, then over onto 'top of the world' and headed over to the drop-climb-BigDrop down to the Platte.
I caught them ALL climbing up the trail from the Platte river. The lead racers had crested the summit of that darn hill in just under 3 hours. OUCH. OUUUUCCCCHHH. OWWIE .... Crazy People, I tell you!
This one is for Lynda:
All I said as I saw him flying down then back up the hill was: "CRACKHEADDDDD!!!!".... He just laughed and almost missed the trail as he said: "jj!!!!!!" That was the end of that encounter.
Then... Stefan!!!!
He was lookin' so casual and so not even remotely sweaty ... I had to wonder ;-) He actually wanted to stop and say HI! Sweet man!
Was lucky to see Scott Morris ... the man, the myth, the magical blogger!
Mr. Greg Bachman..... He was sooo mmmeeellloowww and sweet!!!!
Our very own, Dave Nice!
For ALL of the pix, and all but about 5 of the riders, click HERE!
After seeing everyone, and taking pix, I continued to drop all the way down. I crossed the river and climbed up the East side towards Waterton, and blissed my little brain and body out... for a while ;-) I dropped to the Moto-No-No sign and pipes just after the waterfall drop, and turned my sorry ass around.
LOVELY day out on the trail. Good news for me is that it took me 4 hours to hit my tired place instead of 30 minutes. Let's hope today wasn't just a fluke. Or an accident. Or something.
jj
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