a place i've mentioned before annnd abbbsolutely adore [low-al, that's for you] is steamboat springs. and it is only a breathtaking three hours drive from denver, assuming your jetta can make it up the passes. mine just cleared. whew!
so we loaded up some friends, a few bikes and were off into the night. what is it about road tripping at night that makes waking up at your destination so much more of an excitement? well, duh that's easy, it's because you can't see what's around until the sun shines upon it the next morn. having this feeling while being surrounded by mountains makes it to my top five reasons to wake up in the morning. right up there with christmas tree festivities, a packed day of climbing and perhaps french toast. you just never know what you are going to get, but you can bet it's going to be good. like perchance i will get a Huffy, or i'll lead a great pitch, maybe even put bananas in my french toast. there is always a twist of fate when it comes to waking up early and crossing that over unknown expectations. well, not sure there is quite a thing as unknown expectations. that is a horrible contradiction. isn't an expectation something you expect or assume to happen? so how could it be unknown, if you are knowing of it? obviously i'm not doing much mental editing here. i guess it would be more true to say i had expectations of undergoing a supreme time and wasn't exactly sure how that was going to be achieved.
no matter what difficulty trail you ride as long as it posses some level of danger and you act dangerously, mountain biking is the ultimate thrill. i guess you could say the same about skiing since a lot of ski runs are transformed into mtn. bike trails in the winter with thanks to the change of seasons. but i'm still not completely convinced. check back if i survive this winter's ski season. so we located a great "beginner" trail just out the back door of our place and began to snake our way up and down, though mostly up, into the routt national forest. the tall grasses sweeping at our sides and the aspen's yellow leaves shining from above, it was a touch magical. the trail was so nice, i did it twice.
wait a sec. i think i stole that from newyork newyork.
welp, no digital camera + no disposal camera = no pictures.
so we loaded up some friends, a few bikes and were off into the night. what is it about road tripping at night that makes waking up at your destination so much more of an excitement? well, duh that's easy, it's because you can't see what's around until the sun shines upon it the next morn. having this feeling while being surrounded by mountains makes it to my top five reasons to wake up in the morning. right up there with christmas tree festivities, a packed day of climbing and perhaps french toast. you just never know what you are going to get, but you can bet it's going to be good. like perchance i will get a Huffy, or i'll lead a great pitch, maybe even put bananas in my french toast. there is always a twist of fate when it comes to waking up early and crossing that over unknown expectations. well, not sure there is quite a thing as unknown expectations. that is a horrible contradiction. isn't an expectation something you expect or assume to happen? so how could it be unknown, if you are knowing of it? obviously i'm not doing much mental editing here. i guess it would be more true to say i had expectations of undergoing a supreme time and wasn't exactly sure how that was going to be achieved.
no matter what difficulty trail you ride as long as it posses some level of danger and you act dangerously, mountain biking is the ultimate thrill. i guess you could say the same about skiing since a lot of ski runs are transformed into mtn. bike trails in the winter with thanks to the change of seasons. but i'm still not completely convinced. check back if i survive this winter's ski season. so we located a great "beginner" trail just out the back door of our place and began to snake our way up and down, though mostly up, into the routt national forest. the tall grasses sweeping at our sides and the aspen's yellow leaves shining from above, it was a touch magical. the trail was so nice, i did it twice.
wait a sec. i think i stole that from newyork newyork.
welp, no digital camera + no disposal camera = no pictures.
