Tour de Fat 2011

Not much to say about this craziness except it's becoming my favorite day of the year in Fort Fun.

Imprinting

I grew up with a rocky canyon for a backyard; aspen trees and higher terrain were in the neighborhood, too. But trips we took to the high, cool mountains of Colorado left a lasting impression on me.

My sister and me 27 years ago at a friend's cabin in Mt. Crested Butte. It's still there. And the view is unchanged.

These places still mean a lot to me. Being able to "imprint" the sights, sounds, and smells of the Colorado high country on our kids is great fun. Circle of life, eh?

This trip was all about bikes. Bikes, bikes, bikes. Dirt jumps, singletrack, riding lifts, biking around town.



Oh, and flowers. This trip was about flowers, too.


Happy Birthday, America!

My Dad rolls his fat tire cruiser under the backdrop of the Butte:
Here's to hoping some places never change.

Point of View

The perspective from my bike seat last weekend:

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Vedauwoo - Land of the Earthbound Spirit

We took a little northern pilgrimage this weekend to bask in the view of surreal stacked and balanced boulders and to sacrifice a few marshmallows into the fire.

This place Rocks!

Free Solo:

Hiiiiiii-Ya!

Garden Tour is just getting started:

Aspen Leaves:

Sundowner Part 1


Sundowner Part 2

Favorites

There are a lot of ways to link together the 25+ miles of trails in Horsetooth Mountain Park. But including a climb of Audra Culver and a descent of Wathen never gets old.

Historic Snow Pack

Up high in the mountains in our neck of the woods it's been an incredible snow year. We skied powder day after powder day and knew it was good. But now were seeing just how big a year it really was. Snow pack measurements are showing 200% of normal, but the proof is easy to see for yourself.

I skied a favorite line of mine on Sunday and took a picture from the same place as when I skied the line 2 years ago (pretty much an average year).

April 2009:


May 2011:

Fun. The boaters are frothing at the mouth waiting for the river to come up. Almost makes me want to take up kayaking again. Almost. :)

And the result of playing around with my new camera. Music is by Steve Martin. Yes, *that* Steve Martin.

For the Birds

GBH in the backyard:


2011's new crop of owletts: