Continued from...A Summer Beyond: Part 1
Montezuma's Revenge
Maybe it was a lack of serious riding this summer. Maybe it was my nutrition that day. I knew my plans were ambitious but it was a route I had been planning for two years. A big loop from Keystone up through Montezuma to the Continental Divide across to Georgia Pass and taking the Colorado Trail back to Keystone via Red Trail and The Aqueduct Trail.
This route knocked me down and turned my head into a bowl full of Jelly and once I reached the Colorado Trail I was done but it was still fun.....
The French Connection...a route around Mt Guyot during a wet summer day
It started wet and with Moose. Moose!
With a small high country twister in the background I thought it best to pull wheelies
Canyon Rat with an obscured Mt Guyot in the background.
Ancient Flume routes make good trails. This one relatively unknown
The Flume Wall
The top of French Pass, 12,046 ft
A Summer Beyond: Part 2
A Summer Beyond Part 1
Its been a busy and hectic year and my riding has been down quite a bit due to a summer that included 65-70 hour weeks at work and trying to keep that work, family, riding life balance flowing together. I could go into a bunch of boring meaningless drivel but these days for me, pictures speak louder then words. This may be split up into a multipart series.....
Father's Day. My wife helped me set up a shuttle of the Shingle Mill Trail in Buffalo Creek. Being the all around awesome Dad that I am, I can even turn an eight mile ride in an Epic for my girls with lightening, views and toad sized rain drops falling just as we reached the truck.
Jones Pass on July 4th has become a tradition. Crossing the Snow Cornice has always been dicey and seeing "Slow" falling/ sliding forty feet just about did me in even though he survived with a nervous laugh and nary a scratch.
Now you see him
Now you don't
Trying again
and back in the game
and then Boom...12,500 ft and we're riding the top of the world
to the high point of the day 13,215 ft where we enjoyed some shrooms
From there...we descend...to around 8,000 ft.
The next trip was up to Waldorf Mine and beyond to find an elusive trail Lubes and myself had heard about. We found it and more.
"Slow's" shot of me descending McClellan Mountain with Grays and Torreys in the background
Lubes and Slow's Sound of Music
To be continued....
Fried Buffalo N Icecream
Sunday Bsoft, Guacamole and myself set off for Buffalo Creek.
What was destroyed by fires back in the late 90's and early 2000's has become a mountain biker's playground.
Already an eerie and wasteland like landscape made more so by low clouds and a light dusting of snow down low
But upon reaching the Colorado Trail, the trees surrounded us, tall and strong sentries, hoarding heaps of white gold all to themselves
Then we dropped low again, whooping and hollering
and finally to our libations which fueled us for one more climb
and a ripping descent down Sandy Wash
and a finale of me ripping Lower Gashouse...who says a Fat Bike can't rail!?...photo by Guacamole
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