The Mongolia Chronicles

Trails=0. Moose=10

Well. Sports Fans......we moved the chickens today...that was cool. They are happily ensconced in their hay and warm world. Quinncand THE MAX rocked some new jumps and they were flowing and shredding. I went out for a few hours and it was GREAT until I wandered into the area formally known as West Mag. Hello, Clear Cut. Razed trails. The thing that really perplexes me is that Sams Club - the FIRST cooperative effort between NFS and locals - a GreaT trail - is now piled with dead trees and is completely gone. That, my fuckers, is not collaboration. That is 50-+ hours of my sweat and tears wiped clean with your massive razing equipment. Lessons learned. Keep it silent. Keep it hidden. Keep it away from U fuckers. Catch me, if you can.

Three Bridge Commute

Three days in The Big Easy, replete with many oysters, many beers, a few runs and even some work! Did the LONG way to work this morning - almost 4 hours of solo, quiet, tacky, mostly clear BLISS. Connecting trails from years ago to trails from just last year. They meld together into a ribbon of stoke that is incomparable to any in the world - IMHO. There is a creek under the bridge on that trail by the stuff....PD and TK are rolling perfect and everything in between just feels like MAGIC. Let the games begin. Quinn's last day of school is one week from today. Summah. It's on.

In case you doubt the level of our commitment (Jason)

Q said it today. "Dad, what trails are open?". Well, my son - let us venture into the hinterlands and put wheels on dirt and find out for ourselves. Second Gen mutant trail ninja shit here. The kid is going to be twice the rider/builder I ever was. Proud as punch just to be a part of it.

The Dream is Always The Same

Right out the back door. Joy, bliss, wonder, rich - un-mediated life. Be glad for it. 

Pimp My Deck: Phase 1 Complete

Looking sweet. The drinking platform around the shed evolves. Came out sweet. Going to re-do the roof with some greenhouse see through stuff...should be sweet if we ever get SUMMER. Off to the desert Wednesday, back for the weekend - then a few days in New Orleans. Sweet.

A brief, shining moment

Actually, a few. Or even like 4 hours of lovely, sunny trail riding Monday and Tuesday. Then. Bam. We are back into winter expecting 10" or more in the next 24. Whenever Spring actually arrives, it will be amazing. The light yesterday morning was off the hook. Glowing and soft warm Spring light. We can only wait. And go back to the desert next week. Hah.

BoCo Butter

Up top it's a virtual quagmire of mud and drifted snow and water. Down below - it is hero dirt and solitude and beauty. Rocked the belted single this morning. Felt damn near fantastic. Legs were a bit beat up from almost 4k in climbing yesterday - a ride - where I actually felt some fitness in my body. I felt - Fitness. Doesn't sound right. Hah. One more clear day...then MORE SNOW. Now that I have cleaned, lubed and put the Phat Bike away - I am sure we will get more hammered by snow. Love it. SNow, snow, snow. I (heart) Spring.

World Class SnowNuts

A lovely 20 mile commute this am. Mid-30's up top through the slag and ice and chowder. BUT - the trails are DRY down here...and getting lovely. Spring is in the air and that's AWESOME. Caught that snownut on film, as well as the 'Trail Wacker'. Hmmmmm. Maybe we should get one of those???????? TGIF. OMG. LOL. WOW.

Seeking Flow

Moments of flow amidts the herkey - jerky reality of life. There are a few. Harder to come by. Finding that Zen and the quietness of mind and the feeling that all this is really MEANT to be rather than that it is constructed upon a major house of cards and the wind is picking up. We are buried up here in the high country. Minimum 2 weeks until we have open woods. But the flowers will come, and they will be brilliant and the bliss will roll and roll on.

In The Valley of The Rabbit

W.O.W.