We did the first casual 1,100 feet of climbing in about 40 minutes. Watching the clouds to our west, it started raining right as we headed east. Our timing was perfect. This particular section of CLASSIC BOCO TRAIL was like the duendes had been out 30 minutes before. Polishing. Buffing. It was just kind of perfect.
About a third of the way into the heart of the ride, we quite literally, took a hard left. I have passed this left for 10 years. But, only today, was I pumped to go see where it comes out. I mean, here we are, poised on the brink of some of the finest 1x in the county, and I gotta go explore. Gotta say - I was stoked. This 'workaround' to some recent construction and land issues is quite brilliant, raw, and inspired. If this is yours, I would very much like to buy you more than a few beers. I felt like I had stumbled upon one of our local 'systems', only, I was about 2.5 hours from home by bike, and I certainly (judge) had never seen this before. I LOVE finding new trails. I love it. One of my favorite things.
Finally, later in the ride, after some pizza and chicken pot pie, we climbed again, and the descended into the belly of the fire, from last year. We both got kinda somber. Felt like we should not be recreating amidst such tantamount destruction. A trail I have been riding for over 2 decades is essentially, gone. A reminder, of how temporary all of this really is. Standards of years gone by are gutted, burned out trenches, etc. So, note to self: When on righteous trail - bow down and kiss said ground as it is, as are all things, quite temporary.
We made it to school in time to get Quinn (left @ 7:40am, arrived Boulder 1:40pm). Not efficient in the temporal sense of the word, but quite rich, and a traditional ride on our anniversary every year. Quinn mirrored our exhaustion on The Can...and I doubt any of us will see 8pm tonite.
Like I said, Pretty fly for a Monday.