Yes, we have re-entered the high country and I can feel my blood pressure dropping as I squat with chickens (yay the wireless works out here - stay tuned for the egg laying remote controlled web-cam) and re - integrate with the veins and arteries of mone that live not within me but on the surface of the planet, here in the Land of Ned. Rode for a few hours today. Legs felt terrible as they always do after a week of running in sand, SUP boarding and surfing. Tomorrow - history tells me - they will feel great - where-upon - after moving approimately 4 tons of chipped wood I will nap, nourish and meet the C to the Y at the 'Bu for some Fuzzy Death Puppy action and a lovely evening ride until dark. New rule: Ride until dark 2 nites a week from now until the trails get shut down. Feel and immerse in the ebb of the light and the coming of the dark months and sleep and weight gain and music and reading and zzzzzzzzzzz. So great to be back on Colorado dirt. There ain't no place like home.