All of a sudden it's Summer. The time of year where you end an evening ride and there is no place to eat afterward...because all the restaurants in Fruita close at 9PM.
It's the time of year when the high country is finally opening up and you take those first breaths of thinner air and fragrant pine scent.
The flowers aren't quite done yet, but the explosion is on the down swing, at least down in the desert.
There is a lot of water flowing this year. The mountain streams are raging. We found a few waterfalls on our travels.
And we found a few mountains...
And we found a MonteCarlo too!
And a really old beer can!
And mountain bike "art" or as hikers probably say...a bunch of bike trash left on the trail.
Dinka is hasn't quite learned to use berms yet...
Dinka has however learned a new game. She has learned that racing Dad is fun. She picks just the right type of trail, then bolts past me. She then looks back now and then to see if I'm gaining. If I am she pours on the steam. It's hilarious, and I must admit on most trails I can't catch her.
It's a good summer to be alive!!!
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