I let the computer sort them all weird and out of order. I like guessing where we were in each one. I think this was in Colorado somewhere, Kremmling maybe? I remember I had a cheeseburger....and worked on the ride report, go figure. And after I ordered I moved my bike into the shade under that scraggly tree. I parked it where there wasn't enough room for Grape to park next to me. Don't ask. Let's just call it survival.
Oh boy. Probably the first place on this trip that the boys started bad mouthing me on the routing and developing a coup. It was day 1 by the way
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We were still in Colorado, barely, for this pic on day two. Side of one of those tall canyon walls. You couldn't reach the spot of the pictographs/etchings, it was maybe 15' in the air. I don't remember if I read it or I am guessing....but the gist is that the soil/ground level use to be higher on the wall and you could easily do your art thang. I don't recall seeing stuff like this in other places where it is carved/drilled into the wall.
This root was an attention getter, day 3 I believe in Idaho. We did some hard stuff this day. I was coming at this hill pretty hot, leading. I saw it and just stayed in it. I popped up completely in the air and sort of felt the bike not going forward for a split second, then I landed and cleared the root. Heart was pumping. I hollered at the boys on the comms you better get your feces in order for it. There may have been some stutter stepping going on. Stuff sneaks up on you sometime. This spot was a long uphill, you were losing momentum, making turns, avoiding ruts, roots, runoffs etc. It was all happening fast and being light was the name of the game.
More coup talk in the below pic I'm sure.
We were on a pretty good incline on this one and it was hot outside. Garbear and Grape were taking a break in some shade further down the hill. We were all letting the bikes cool off a bit and getting our heart rates to lower. Elevation, heat, 2/3 into the day….have to listen to your little voice. Same hard day as well, day 3.
I didn’t remember the fingers butt sign. Lot of times when I stop, I'm worried about my ducklings and making sure everybody and the bikes are dialed. Or getting the pic, or thinking about the ride report. I miss stuff. I need to rethink my thinking. Surely there were some crude jokes going down here.
I do remember this spot. It was glorious, the beer I was drinking that is. Who cares where it was. A sister pic made the report, not sure what my face was doing in the one below, other being happy.
This was a late lunch in Salmon, Idaho. Day 5, we needed the break. I can't make out the name of the bistro sign on the left. But I remember the food was good, mushroom swiss burger and french fries that needed to be run through a squeegee machine. But this was the spot I started thinking to heck with this live ride report work, I took too long here fighting the internet. My new motto, riding trumps writing.
We had a down hill trail on day 2 I think, in Colorado or Utah, and this pic below might be from that. I don't want to exaggerate, but I swear we were going downhill on gnarly stuff with boulders, water flowing, logs.....for what seemed like over an hour. We didn't take a lot of pics, I think we were reserving our hand/arm strength to hold on. These big multi day rides with some hard stuff thrown in, you have to keep your body in mind, work on going the distance and letting different parts of your body take the load.
I was trying to figure out if this pic was in the morning before we left, or in the evening when we got there. Look at Grape’s face, definitely in the evening, Day 6. He looks much different first thing in the morning.
Really cool how the evening chilaxing is almost just as enjoyable as the riding. Almost. These two pics were in Wyoming.
This pic was in Colorado, far west side. No I wasn't drinking a beer trail side and then going to get back on the bike!!! Looks like my brain is sucking in all the clouds along with that beer I drank before I started riding again. We had a sister pic to this one in the original ride report, but I look like I'm Chinese or high. Or both. It was that IPA, tasted like a pine cone's rear end.
I don't remember what state we were in when the below pic was taken, probably a tired state. The sister pic that made the report was a non-humping one. This one was for one of Grape's high school buddies from where ever this pic was taken.
Speaking of humping, you ever split a hotel room with three riding buddies, with only two beds? Me neither. And the below pic didn't smell bad when I took it.
You ever look at a pic and go….who is the old guy with gray hair messing with my bike? Oh crap, it’s me!!!
I like how even my hair looks like the Tetons in this shot. That’s just the way I roll, every fiber of my being better commit.