I forgot I had a blog!
Just kidding, I got busy, and kept putting off writing an update. Photos supposedly say 1000 words (each), so here:
My friend Ben, old (young) teammate from xXx Racing, was visiting colleges in the area. Figured he needed to go up Flagstaff and sear his lungs a little.
I caught either four or five brook trout right around here. Enough that I forgot how many. All little guys. Check out the train that runs through the canyon. Gorgeous.
Closer to town, this one’s just a few minutes from Boulder. Super rocky. Not my favorite trail. But still pretty good. Shitty views, though, like always.
I slept in the back of my car, knowing I was at the base of Mosquito Pass, but not knowing what the area would look like, since it was pitch black when I rolled in to this “campsite” that was actually on Mosquito Pass Rd. All I knew is there was a river nearby, as I heard it. The mountains were a unique wake-up.
I set out at like 5:45am, knowing this habitat was PERFECT for moose. Literally 30 seconds after leaving my car and starting up the Mosquito Pass climb, I saw this bad boy. He just stared at me. He wanted to eat me, I know it. I wanted to eat him. We should have eaten each other.
This looks like some sort of Jeep commercial, if only my camera could have zoomed all the way in on these people doing some four-wheelin’.
Getting a little rocky. I rode up as much as I could on my Salsa Spearfish, but I will admit, there were plenty of hike-a-bike sections. Non-high-clearance-4WD need not apply on this road.
Hello pika! I have a bike case named after you!
That brownish thing in the middle of the photo is a marmot. I swear it isn’t just a blob. They’re like mountain rats, but cuter.
Made it. Damn it was windy up there. And cold. I took a quick photo and went back from whence I came.
Not to be confused with Loveland the town. I randomly ran into a coworker on the short hike from the parking pullout area. It hailed. For about 10 seconds.
Along the Colorado Trail, doing some mountain bicycling.
This was somewhere along the Colorado Trail.
No, it’s not located in Indiana, but it is named after some Hoosiers. I did this the same day I did the Colorado Trail, for some dual-discipline action.
This is what we looked at during my friend Eric’s wedding up at Keystone. Horribly ugly. Terrible.
Eric walking down the aisle, accompanied by the American Indian shaman dude who performed the ceremony. Loved the sage thing and the blessing of the directions that he did. Totally “Colorado” wedding, which is appropriate for Eric and Amelia, who recently moved up into the mountains.
Randomly a couple Thursdays ago, our boss called us (he was at a Specialized dealer event up at Copper Mountain) and asked if the five of us there were interested in coming up the next day. So we went. And rode Specialized bikes all day and got paid. Pretty cool. There were some teeter-totters that I did. Those were fun.
Coworker Russell going up the lift at Copper Mountain with me. We didn’t even have to ride our bikes up!
Watch out, Bobby. I’ve got shiny, new white shoes, double disc wheels, and sea level boost. Individual Pursuit championship, here I come.