Yeah, you read that right. Ned is open. The Holy Grail overfloweth with beautiful, dry singletrack at 8,000 feet.
And signs of summer are everywhere:
And not a Larimer County sherriff's deputy in sight:
However, the top of the School Bus has an abundance of this:
And eventually it was pretty solid snow, so pushing through to the Toilet Bowl or Elk Poop Loop wasn't possible. And the Mav ended up with a coating of gruesome-looking, baby barf-resembling, mine tailings mud. Yummy.
But the West Mag stuff is perfectly tacky and pump-worthy.
I can't begin to tell you how psyched I am to be mountain biking again! I think I set a record today for the world's slowest circumnavigation of Nederland, but I don't care. It's gorgeous up there and all is well with the world. Word.
I finished my ride the same way these punks did....with some tasty pastries.
Okay, I gotta go wash the baby puke off my shins. If anyone wants to join me for a future Neditation session, I'm down.
As the bumper stickers say: Nederland Rocks the Freak to Freak Highway.
1 comment:
sweet! i am psyched you did the re-con.
sounds like it's time to hang up the 700c wheels till cross season.
mmm, tasty pastry.
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