'Cuz this must be heaven.
Captions only, or I will be here all nite.
24 hours ago we are hauling ass home from Salida with Dude Man sounding like a baby seal. We turned the corner - but - basic statement: Nothing in the world is right when your kid can't breathe.
This was yesterday's 'sprited exploration'. I hesitate to call it a ride. Mile 1: 18 minutes. oh my. I did get into some stuff that I don't usually have chill time in, and that was cool. But I ask - KB - is that you pushing your bike? Maybe R? I can't imagine who else would be in there right now....
And this - I swear - is Q's FIRST RUN OF HIS LIFE on a snowboard. I carried him down the first pitch as it is kinda steep - then - he did this. Edge control, on your first run - ever? I hesitate to extrapolate this into the future. He has a gift - as proven in the salida skatepark on his bike. He can feel angles and edges. May he ever be so gifted.
I loitered until sinset on the nose of the ridge and had a quite intense staredown with this Buck. Sun setting on buck. The ultimate bonus - to an unreal day.