Great video I saw a few years back at a mountain film fest.
who art in barrels
hallowed by thy drink,
Thou will be drunk, I will be drunk,
At home as thou art in thy pub
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive our spillages
as we forgive those who spill against us.
Lead us not into incarceration,
but deliver us from hangovers,
for this is the beer, the bitter, and the lager forever
Imagine a world so removed from what you have grown to understand that you are left mouth gaping, eyes tearing and mind wandering lost in awe of what your eyes have told you is a reality. That is the impression you will get when hiking deep in to the dunes of Great Sand Dunes National Park.
Rarely are there times when time stands still as it is usually while your mind tries desperately to rationalize the next step as you are heading towards some devastating result from a misstep or miscalculation during your adventurous life.
Think slow motion as the front tire sticks as you endo over the bars of your mountain bike, heading rapidly towards the rocky singletrack, you some how can see every jagged edge on every rock, you hear the birds songs and smell the fresh air. All the while careening rapidly toward the inevitable...the collarbone shattering crash.
That is the same experience you will find after the laborious hike up to the top of High Dune, the highest point in the park but not the highest dune. (The highest dune is the nearby Star Dune, which is taller due to the slope of the valley below the sand). From the top of High Dune you can see the entire San Luis Valley, the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, the beautiful sight as dunes meet Medano creek and transition to the grass lands on one side and the forest on the other. There is such great biodiversity of both in flora and fauna that no nature lover will leave disappointed.
I was concerned about the polar bears' habitat melting away. I was a little dismayed with the possibility of Manhattan flooding.
This past weekend I took my class down to Pueblo Reservoir A.K.A. Front Range Fruita to sample this much acclaimed single track. And let me tell you it does not disappoint! I was able to contact Vance of Vance's Bicycle World and he agreed to show us some of the rides in the area. I can think of no better source than from one of the guys responsible for building the trails.
The first trail Vance took us on was a rolling single/double track "Pedro's Point" from the highway to a great overlook with a birds eye view of the reservoir. From there we had the option to ride Outer Limits or flip around and head back to the rigs. We chose the latter as we were eager to get to the south Marina for some lunch before our afternoon rides.
UPDATE: If you're worried about drinking out of water bottles with BPA. Check out our list of BPA free Alternatives.
For those of you following the rather rapid decline that Nalgene BPA products have been facing over the past few months we have now reached the boiling point.
The hip is feeling better and I have been ditching the cane the last few days and I think I am ready to start the Jack Quinn's weekly 5k's again. I will definitely run slow, hell I may walk but I need to do something. I am a bit worried because I have to take my Mountain Biking class for their "field experience" this weekend!! I am planning on riding gently this Friday to see how my hip handles it.
I did call Vance of Vance's Bicycle World in Pueblo A.K.A.
Deep Survival written by Laurence Gonzales delves into the psychology of survival.
I am sure you all know I have a fractured pelvis and as I sit here looking at my bike, I dream of better things like sweet singletrack shown in this video. May your track be fast and your tires sticky.
First ride on my motorcycle this year and some asshat hit me and took off!!! I didn't get the chance to see his plates all I remember was a red sports car. Then two other cars passed me as I was laying on the road!!! Eventually I got my bearings and I was able to pick the bike up bend the rear brake pedal back in place and sorta fix the mirror that was left and I rode it to the in-laws farm.
I reported it to the cops but they said it was a non investigated incident because I couldn't really ID the car if I saw it again. I guess that makes sense.