Well. It's gotta end sometime - right? Have thought we were done NUMEROUS times in the last 6 weeks. This morning was oddly, even bizarrely warm. I was SO overdressed - here on the 3rd of December. Rolled for quite a while and lapped the pedestrian trails down below. Damn - that shit is fast. I roude our barely visible trails, with their narrow off camber turns and tight switches and loam and earth....and I come down here and feel like an absolute hero. Effortless clibing on double-wide trail, smoother than Jason's shaved ass. It was a vivacious morning. Feeling REALLY lucky to get this ride in before the dump. I should say supposed dump. The tough part is - and I am being earnest here - simply getting off the bike. Yeah - wahhhh. Got to rage perfect singletrack in the genuine roocky mountains of Colorado before coming to my super cool job down here on Pearl street. I KNOW you feel sorry for me right now. But...I lament the dismount. Not knowing when I will be rolling dry, fast dirt again on my mountain biking bicycle. But that, dear Virginia, makes the parting just that much sweeter. To the sled, I say. And massive amounts of high speed vertical and the other - other white meat (Eldora). Onward.