inspiration slap-in-the-face

A few weekends ago, I needed a big dose of inspiration. So I conned Michelle into disappearing to the SouthWest with me, to visit my dear Jen down in Santa Fe. I was quite certain that hanging with these two uber-special angels was going to knock some play-sense into me and set me STRAIGHT on the path to daily bliss once again.

I couldn't have been more RIGHT in getting these two together.

Happy Angel #1:

and her luggage:

Happy Angel #2 (and her hubby who returned home late in the long weekend - having just sped thru the Antelope AZ endurance race):

We spent the entire weekend trying to match TRAIL choices to SOCKS choices. Yes, Michelle showed up with $175 dollars worth of socks to choose from. why?  Why NOT!???

KOI socks for the suuuuuper sweet swimmy-turny trails:



Definitely the Roller Derby Socks for the roller derby trails at White Mesa:

And how about a pair of Ninja Bitch socks for the schizophrenic spastic rider who is too over-excited to settle on just one state of being:


Regardless of sock choice (tho it really did matter), we spent the entire weekend eating. drinking. RIDING. went to the spa. ate the most mind-blowing cupcakes every single night.




How did you show up ???? BuZZY ss boi. you could have smiled more!! gaahhhh!!!! maybe if you had better socks.


end and i got married here:
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OOOOO!!!  PERFECT!  Let's ride here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

don't worry, honey. it wasn't that dangerous... it just dropped into a little canyon here:
but this one: has much larger (and more painful) consequences:

Happiness. See what you two did to me!
For the record: no, we did not just ride at white mesa. no, i'm not mentioning the other trails. yes we drank too much wine -- but it was the end-of-the-wine-drinking-season blow-out for at least one of us. yes, jen is still healing from a wicked broken arm and no she didn't harm it in any way this weekend. but yes, she rode better than she claims to have been able to. yes i flipped out at least 3 times due to over-excitement-exhaustion. and no i have not learned how to control that just yet. but who cares, right? right.

Thank you, girls. I'm so deeply honored by your friendship.

JJ

2011 Archive: Stuff Found On Trail

In an ongoing attempt to catch up on the blog posts... how about a little ACTION from the end of August.

Ed and I were blessed with a very sweet visitor for a handful of uber-lucky days... This special visitor is particularly (and easily) charmed by: Stuff Found On Trail.

And by Stuff Found On Trail, I mean alllll sorts of things.

One good moment:

SKKIITTLLLEESSSSSS!!!!!

mmmm!!!!!! anyone dare to guess who this might be?


Yup. None other than Mr. Morris.
YEAH!!!!

I think he actually might have been quite proud for NOT eating any of them. Instead, we made a nice little Skittles Sculpture, and carried on our happy Enduro-Tech way. (Enduro-Tech = 6+ hours of mileage + technically-focused-intentions. Ride it. Session it. Clean it.)


Scott and I spent this particular day finding every possible rock, log, SWITCH (and any other possible landscape-event) to RIDE, finnessseeee and skillKill.

From the Skittles point, he continued to entertain my no-dab, no-bounce game on My Mountain. There are FunRules that are directly tied to SkillRules, which are directly tied to CRACK!!!!! You know that, right?!


That is to say: the man is smoooovvveeeeeee as buttah. And he cleans lines on the first try that locals won't bother trying. My kinda tech friend!


There's nothing like moving from the Bergen Tech Fest straight over to A3s for a little MORE.




Nice work aligning THAT.... Funny thing: it's NEVER taken me that many tries to clean this one ;) WTF?!


Sighhhh... you kinda kill me, Scott... Mr. Smoove.

And. That was day 1. The other days all deserve their own posts ;)

That'll be enough tech for those of you (me) jonsin' for some real all day tech sessions.

Thanks for the Enduro-Tech Re-Stoke, SCOTTY!!!!!

jj