Another weekend of strangely unsettled weather along the Front Range, another weekend of long hours in the saddle, and another sleepy Monday to follow that up.
Ride toward the light . . . just don't fall into gaping the cracks en route. Photo by Caroline Soong.
I had no idea this trail existed, but it was open to bikes and clearly sees very little use. Either way, a bit of singletrack is nice in the middle of a long dirt road/pavement ride.
Yesterday Dan and I headed up high to ride amazing trails. We got snowed on, as usual.
Squid plant?
Dan marvels at the a new trail we discovered. By new I mean very old, eroded, rocky, and steep, but new to us. On one end it hits a gate that on one side says "Private gate" and "Private property, no trespassing" on the other, yet we were standing on USFS land. Strange. 
Just before getting lost in a sea of criss-crossing trails that all led across a narrow section of USFS land surrounded by houses, and each trail dead-ended in someone's back yard. Eventually a friendly homeowner laughed at us and said we could cross his property to get back to a road.
And I made a dorky new bag.
It keeps all my trinkets arranged nicely. Everything with a place and everything in that place, an important thing to consider when preparing for ultras.
Ride toward the light . . . just don't fall into gaping the cracks en route. Photo by Caroline Soong.
I had no idea this trail existed, but it was open to bikes and clearly sees very little use. Either way, a bit of singletrack is nice in the middle of a long dirt road/pavement ride.
Yesterday Dan and I headed up high to ride amazing trails. We got snowed on, as usual.
Squid plant?
Dan marvels at the a new trail we discovered. By new I mean very old, eroded, rocky, and steep, but new to us. On one end it hits a gate that on one side says "Private gate" and "Private property, no trespassing" on the other, yet we were standing on USFS land. Strange. 
Just before getting lost in a sea of criss-crossing trails that all led across a narrow section of USFS land surrounded by houses, and each trail dead-ended in someone's back yard. Eventually a friendly homeowner laughed at us and said we could cross his property to get back to a road.
And I made a dorky new bag.
It keeps all my trinkets arranged nicely. Everything with a place and everything in that place, an important thing to consider when preparing for ultras.
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I'm a little jealous of the new sewing projects Kurt.
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