The Mongolia Chronicles

And......it's a wrap

And....initial summer goals achieved. Massive amounts of - um - new knowledge....mad amounts of riding...exploring...getting lost...getting epic'ed. beers and trails and friends and discovery. Now, 8 days off the bike on a small barrier island in the atlantic with NOTHING to do but hang with the dude, read and surf and sleep and see friends I have known my whole life. The capper - in a great way - was to have The Man of Fitness - hand me my ass on a ride home - on his singlespeed. Not the young, rabbit guy or the wife kicking my ass - nope - my 50 year old neighbor getting to know his forst 1X...and becoming addicted. That - is money there - children. Rest, recovery and planning.

Flowers, flowers everywhere

 

Days do not get much better than these. I do not wish to become redundant - as DMB would say. Or, DM to be literal. Stoked. SO many flowers this am....abundant - all over the place. Unreal. Unreal.

Lotta Blimpin' Woods Out There

 

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Killer 1x and entrepenuerial spirit. What else does the world need?!?!?!?!

Lessons Learned

"Are like bridges burned...you only need to cross them but once"

 

Those Euro's...no helmets..very strange. Pilots survey very green ridge after rain storm...oh yeah. That is ONE very high bear...uh - huh. That is one KILLER fort...ummmmmm. And yes, Spock....your kung fu is very strong. Today. Live long and prosper. Even the haters. May you find your way to happiness and joy so you can stop hating.

Mullen, mullen, mullen.

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The man, the myth, the legend. Our very own Mullen.

Holiday weekend. Get out. This Gold Dot guy is getting out there. Handed my ass by the OTHER 131 pound tyrant. My wife. The monsoon IS THE BOMB for napping.

Goodnite.

Getting to know you........

Best session yet in Ned. It's our Homepark. We have an obligation.......

Then...there's these days......

 

Where.......you roll with some friends...early and stealth like. You drop into crazy, fun stuff and there is basically nothing at all bad about it in any way, shape or form. It's fun to turn good people on to cool stuff. And we are officially into the 'Crested Butte' syndrome - as I am going to call it. It is akin to when you are in Crested Butte and you can't possibly cover all the trail. There is no way possible. We have entered that era. So, it's good to have some company out there. Good - yes - I say good - to have a few more wheels down out there. Some of this stuff is growing over faster than I can ride it and there is no way I can ride any more. Well, maybe a little more. Thank you friends - what a killer morning.

The other great way to start the day

 

People always hassle me because I go to bed at 8. When The Dude gets up at 4:50 - it's a long day. A great day - but long. So - after we sent Mom off for her long morning ride and to pick Rhubarb for home-made pies, Dude and I took to the soil. We expanded the garden by 2 rows and got our tomato starts and broccoli (gift - thank you) starts into the ground. It was gorgeous, and even chilly (as it nears 100 here in Boulder as I write). It was such a great morning of relaxing, and having time and just taking care of the plants, and flowers and getting some mellow time with the dude. Tuesday...a day to get off the bike, get quality time, and get mom out for a long, lovely morning ride. Tomorrow - it sounds like a long one with friends in the northern side of the universe. Onward - and downward!!

Here's a few shots from the 'other' mornings. The grueling, disruptive commute.

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Holy Frickin' Swaco. Batman.

We'll start with Ride # 1. This a.m. With The Man of Joe. Killer, cool and 65 degrees ride. A few turns. Some humor. Some NEW SHIT and oh - we saw noone. This still stoked me in a huge way. Saturday. Mid - summer. We saw NOONE on e a 3.5 hour ride on sick singletrack. That, my friends - is money.

Then...a nap. Some coffeee. And back out there. I DO have a problem. Unless I am riding 5+ hours everyday into a state of semi-consciusoness (who needs drugs) I am un-sated. So - back out. Did some cleaning on some stuff..rode some more...took a GIANT dump and bombarded the rabbit by the view before we found the 'KNOLL'.

Then, we did some work and then - on a whim - I said - hey - let's check out this idea I had last year (or was it the year before) en route to garb a cold one. Holy fricking trail assault batman?!?!?!?!?!?!?

So, I maybe had an idea like this and SHARED IT WITH ONE GUY. Now, someone has what I would estimate as 30+ hours of PRISON FUCKING LABOR into this thing - that I have to say - I feel compelled to finish. It's damn good work. Damn - good. So - if you are someone I do not know - please e me at: Dkingsbury@cpbgroup.com. I'd like to coordinate the effort.

So, i's summer. A veritable fugue of riding and woods and trails and beer and sun and pollen and BEING OUTSIDE ALL DAY - other than the nap. This is the greatest thing ever. Tomorrow - we squiggle the lower tommyknocker...so it can do justice to the upper and this is a noble thing. Perhaps the most.

Tarts and Ales

Being that I am solo for a few days...something a 'working father' doesn't get very often...I find myself IN THE WOODS all the time. I am trying to do other things. Work. Skate. Do chores. But I am drawn to the woods.

The trolls on West Mag are busy - and I mean like up all night busy. I do not know who you are - but I really appreciate what you are doing. It's a vision for a long term - SUSTAINABLE - trail network in our hood.

God Bless.