The snowy winter has left an emerald blue lake way up in the sky. It still baffles this lowland Ozark boy to see a natural lake resting at 9000 ft.
Gus, is 91 yrs old this year, and he's slowing. Its harder to get him out, but the Uncompahgre ride is his favorite. There is a natural lake or pond every mile or so and the temps are usually pretty cool. Today he wore his new Moab Cyclery shirt for the occasion. It started out white, but ended a dirty brown, having done its job keeping our old boy cool. And now, as I write, he sleeps.
Today was my first attempt at following my new coaches rules. Rule one was to ditch the clipless pedals. Using clip pedals I have managed to make my-self fairly asymmetrical, which is not a good thing for a human being. I've also been cut down to two easy rides a week for the coming month while we try to fix the damage I've done over the last 5 years. It's humbling to be taken down a few notches, but hopefully I'll be riding stronger on the other side.
With all the flowers now gone down in the desert, I will now subject my readers/followers to the "new" scene, happening now above 8000 ft!
The lakes and ponds are so pristine, for now, before all the cows are let loose to crap all over the place, bringing fly's and stench to an amazing high altitude wonderland. Do I eat beef? Yes! Do I think that cattle should graze fragile public land for a laughable fee? NO!
The La Sal Mtns, and if you look closely, the Abajo's, are in the background of this photo.
Above photo by Mary
Above photo by Mary
Mary and I get a good laugh out of this photo. Why? Because we always take this same photo. The background changes, but we always look the same.
