Another Wheel Suffers the Goat

a broken spoke, possibly a mal~tensioned wheel. Maybe a nick in the spoke from a random rock popped off the trail. At $6 a spoke and $8 for shipping from the illustrious Industry Nine this had better not become habit forming.

The Goat suffers from an empty wallet enough as it is.

Mrs. Goat agrees!

Wheel has been completely de~tensioned and awaiting the new spoke to arrive so said wheel can be tensioned evenly all around.

Georgetown Thursday..a quest for gold!
Be there at 6:15 pm or be the hapless smuck with an empty pan in the creek.

Tour De Fraser/Winter Park

This past weekend it became a search for another ride that I have to do. Living in Colorado a little less then two years, its not hard to do. Winter Park has been on my watch list for a while so I called Guacamole who was game for an all dayer, so to the Park we go!

Crossing the Trestles

Notice the Goat's Fancy outfits are back. I thought they would help me fly but good ol Guacamole talked me out of it.

Rifle Sight Notch Trestle

View of Winter Park Resort from the Rifle Sight Notch Trestle

Then we go down..down...down..Broken Thumb

a few miles of dirt roads and a connector brings us to the Idlewild Trails where I give ode to the Whoops!

and these trails give way to going wicked fast!

A barn in Winter Park

a few miles of bike path and road lead us past a KFC where the lure of a large box of potato wedges was to alluring

after a great meal of wedges it was on to the Fraser Parkway

Givelo Trail

When Guacamole looked over and saw me reading my map and route finding while cruisin a dirt road at 12-14 mph I thought he'd pee his pants from laughing so hard

This all eventually led us to the infamous Tipperary Creek

and eventually Flumes and Creekside and another dirt road to the top of Zoom

a view of the Elk Meadows

The idea is getting to be the same, a few more roads and trails bring us to the Sunken Bridge and eventually Elk Mountain where thunder storms chased but never caught us

A failed attempt at crossing Vasquez Creek, the current was moving to fast, threatening to sweep my legs out from beneath me so we tucked our tails and took a few dirt roads to get to the Blue Sky Trail.

Ice Hill, a fun little trail that leads us to Serenity and back to our vehicle some 9 and a half hours and 65 miles after we started our little adventure. I'm sure that time could've been a couple of hours shorter but a little route finding required pulling the map no less then 20 times and that nap beside the creek was delightful.

Dellusions of being a Tracker

A busy day at work had me running late for the latest running of the MTBR TiTs ride. There becomes some banter of which you should read between PBR(my second wife, bitch or ho, whatever you may concede to call him) and myself that becomes humorous at points(mine) and rather sad at others(PBR).

Sidetracked as I can get, I texted him formally known as AV Boy and now forever known as Guac, short for Guacamole and asked if he could leave some arrows in the dirt so I could try to catch the group.
I show up 20 minutes after the group was set to take off and some 4 miles and a climb up Baldy later I catch Guacamole who is looking worse for the wear and PBR. Guacamole suffers from cluster headaches and one is hitting him this night, so badly that when he tells us he is bailing, he avoids the faster and funnest route of Sandy Wash and bails back to the roads. PBR and myself wished him well and took off for a fun little route of Gashouse, Redskin, CT, Green Mtn, CT, Tramway, Lower Gashouse back to Gashouse and eventually Charle's Wash and Sandy Wash. Just another bad ass night in BC.

PBR found some techy



PBR climbing Green Mtn



Being chased by the sun



Columbines are blooming!



A full Moon over BC

Vestiges of Afternoon Storms

This Week in Lunch Rides

Only lasting between an hour and an hour an a half but they satisfy the daily need

South Valley


The Wall in Deer Creek Canyon



View from the Summit of Plymouth Mtn



Green Mtn, notice the Carbon Bones?



Wild Flowers are blooming

The Breck Fidy

Ooo La la, the high country is opening up, offering up bigger, badder rides and the Goat got to go play. 50 miles of Breckenridge is just what I needed to quell the beast inside for at least a week. I had originally intended to do some double lollypop loop into Keystone from Frisco but when I realized I missed my turn off the Colorado Trail, I decided to take my adventure deeper into Breckenridge via some old Flume trails. I was not disappointed. Just another day of adventure between 9,000 and 11,500 ft.

1st view of the day from the Peaks trail



Top of Gold Hill



Clear Cut Much?



Clear Cut from 1988, a fire waitin to happen



Random meadow on the CT



View of the Peaks from the CT



Some CT goodness



A random turn turn to some off the CT leads me to a marsh to be hiked to get to those trees over yonder'



through the trees I found the old flume I was looking for and some remnants of a winter, not so long ago



But it gets good soon enough



Where old Flume supports make a great bike stand



View from Humbug Hill above the French Gulch



Then down to Breckenridge and up Ski Hill Rd to take the Peaks Trail back to Frisco



and this is why we live in Colorado

The Idaho Springs Night Ride

There is one thing still known to be true. The Goat can still lead a hell of a ride. The hell part for some being the 4,000 ft of climbing in 15 some odd miles to get to the 5 miles of descending.

I've ridden the Idaho Springs area less then a half dozen times and I always come back with a smile. Its not the endless buff singletrack of Buffalo Creek, but a mix of pavement, gravel roads, and the singletrack is a variety of wash outs, baby heads, and cliff sides. Good stuff that makes you earn your ride.

Old # 60

Lets play wheres the Falcon...its perched on that cliff somewhere

Trail 20 inches wide, cliff 200 ft high...riding it...awesome!

An uncommon view of Charlie's Waterwheel

Lubes getting chased by Torpedos

The Trail Gods have a way of playing with us. Strapping our lights on at the entrance to Warren Gulch the sky let out a mighty bellow of thunder, telling us it was time to go! Bad Ass as the night it was!