From: "my kid rides more than you" to : "My Kid Rides Higher Than You". Q taking the Colorado Trail on at about 11,600 feet above everyone else. Momentous.....
Photo Albums
Panama 2006
- In the spirit of adventure and having new experiences together, the Missus and I rolled the dice on some informal recomendations and an ad from the back of Surfer Magazine for a 'Private Surf Island' off the coast of Panama. Suffice to say - we had a great, diverse crew on the island, scored some of the best - and longest waves - I have ever ridden and already have the island booked for next year. This is the DL from Morro Negrito - 2006.
'Round The Hood
- So, we live at 8,040 feet. We commute via bike some 17 - odd miles and 3,200 feet of vertical down to Boulder, most days. On the other days, we are running, skiing, snowboarding, hiking, drinking beer in the meadows and ridges around the house. The natural environment is something we are immersed in every day. This album is an attempt at reflecting on and capturing some of the beauty that we are immersed in every day. After a decade and a half of this - I am just getting warmed up and feel like a tourist seeing it for the first time every day. All these photos are in the hood - in the yard. It's a hellofa yard.
Colorado Trail 2004
- In August of 2004 an assortment of riders from Nederland, Belgium and Northern California set out to ride some 320 miles of trails across the amazing state of Colorado. This is their story.
Snow
- Being that we live at 8,040 feet, weather, and snow are both a huge part of life. We shovel it, ride through it, ride on it, pray for it, curse it. We love it. Whether it's burying the ramp, blowing into hug lip launches at Edlora or carrying us over a cornice in some distant part of the state - it is a huge part of our constitution.
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June 29, 2014
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June 19, 2014
Happy Birthday Shenna
The 4.5 hour morning session saw gorgeous flowers, new trails and almost 5k in climbing. THEN - it was home for some Hatha yoga, massage and then the evening session:
Gotta say. The Dude is BUSTING it. So proud. He is so smotth and so butter-like in the air. Will be interesting to see where he takes this....
June 15, 2014
And That's How Legends Are Made
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away a nervous new Dad found peace in the woods (this has been a theme). Newborn's sleep best when warm and next to a body. Hiking with a newborn in a sling, the little crappers just sleep like logs and one can ponder the awesomeness of the universe that such a run of the mill human as I was handed this amazing human. One might even feel the newborn's heartbeat mesh with one's own and there would be some base level bonding that would perhaps be something that one had never experienced before). Perhaps while hiking in said woods, said proud Dad would envision things that had not existed before being as though there was hiking and bottle feeding and many moments to ponder the angles and potential of said wood(s). Fast Forward (or 'cut to' as the Hollywood set say) the present day when small, loaf like human that indeed did inspire an entire trail system throws it down and does indeed climb some 1,100 feet and shralp nearly 13 miles of single wide mountain bike trail. Indeed, when I first came into the office with pics of The Squid - meyer apeer said - "you sound like the typical proud Dad". Well, today, everyday - I wonder how I got so lucky as to have this Dude to waltz through the shrapnel of the universe with. Q - you are My Hero. You are the coolest person I know and every day is just such a gift that I feel unworthy, but incredibly thankful that we get to take this ride together. Thank you for being my Son, and finding Us.
June 14, 2014
Create Your Own Reality
Laws, yes. There are myriad forces generating a version of reality that I just can not ID with. Have other people raise your kids. Spend more nites in hotels than your house. LIVE the Vida Loca that is rewarded with cash and status (fake) and temporary highs that you oh so regret on your deathbed (if I'd only made VP......my life woulda been comp[lete). Not. Thanks. You can have that. For better or for poorer - we have chosen this life that is quite a bit closer to the bone. You want something - go out the fuck and make it. Whoever hung that saw from that tree in the mid-70's....they had a vision. We will complete that vision. Build it once and ride it forever mother fuckers. And if you do not want to get out and hike and build and sweat and get scratched up and lost and all...then may you be condemned to Betasso for the rest of your natural life. Riding Betasso is like humping through a shwer curtain. You are still having sex, it is just somehow, different. Bust out peple - there is world of adventure out there.
June 13, 2014
I'm Waking Up
At some point, I would assume, I will just start repeating myself in this medium. It's inevitable - right? Shenna has this HUGE burrito leftover from snooze - so being that I am eating 'lighter' in the evenings I wake up like starvng 'cuz I burned about 40,000 calories yesterday - I mac'd this thing this am. It hurt me hard for the first half of the commute this am. About 90 minutes in I started to feel like my legs could go in circles again and I actually felt pretty good. The flowers in the left pic up there - at this particular spot - are just AMAZING for like 6 days each year. So, I rode that trail Wednesday and today. By Monday they could be gone. I am glad I get to see them multiple times before they vaporize into the haze of pollen that is headed our way.
June 12, 2014
A "Real" Winter
It is still upon us. Or in this case, beneath us. And now, stuck to the bike and the legs and the taint. Took a day up high and got rather up there. Hopeful that some classics are emerging from the drifts. Alas, weedhoppers, we are a LONG way out. The volume of snow about 10,200 is comical. 15 foot drifts and fields of lumpy, warbly snow. Every trail is a creek bed and the ground is soaked mud and moss and squish. Very pleased with how the bod and the legs felt on this certain test piece of a climb. I felt light, and loose and like I had a few gears left in the tank - which is good when climbing 1,600 feet on what is literally my favorite 50 minutes of severe suffering in the 80466. First time above 10,000 feet this year on a bike and I am stoked. 10 days until Whitney, which last time I checked was over 14k...so - time in the high country is a good thing. TGIF tomorrow. Woohooo. Back into the PD to finish what I started yesterday morning. Onward. Inward.
June 10, 2014
June 08, 2014
Solid Effort
Yesterday it was all Bromance and SHARING. And it was about as lovely as lovely gets. One of my greatest joys is sharing cool stuff with close friends. This was a great day in that regard. Foggy and cold (38 in the morning) feeling very northwesty. The Trail Tackiness Index was running about 9.937221. We did some fun rolling through FP; 3 Rangers; 'Lil; Defender; Natural Gas and the hit up the Special K and Booger and Tolle and South Shore and brought it all the way home. Phew. Today - well - they are keeping it rather Ill in Gilpin:
A TON of new trail added at THE BEACH. Like a lot. We rousted early and pedaled hard for 4 hours. I am done. Stick a fork in me. REST DAY. Yoga. Bodywork. First day of PT Tuesday am. Really stomed to learn more about how to best care for my spine. 61 miles and a little over 7,500 feet in the last three days. Three on, one off. Hopefully I can stick to my rest/restorative days. I mean, I am not getting any younger. HAH.
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