oh, ilg knows all too lusciously well that road cycling has its special m(om)ents…
however, uh…
c’mon…enjoy my workout today, courtesy of the high San Juans and
oh, ilg knows all too lusciously well that road cycling has its special m(om)ents…
however, uh…
c’mon…enjoy my workout today, courtesy of the high San Juans and
… it’s actually (today) an hour and seven minute climb to the top of the scintillating, single track, technical downhill section…and that is at my high Zone 3 pace. your actual climb time might be slower (or faster) depending on your fitness/skills. the whole 16-mile route took me 1:35 front door-to-front door.
Pedaling through a thicket of Aspen Beings and a creek crossing… See that smile on ET’s face?! The mountain biker who wins is the one who is having the most fun!
“Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a little child does shall not enter it at all.”
the Sacred River calls ilg toward lullaby…half-naked i trek toward her, flyrod in hand, tiptoeing toward my Beloved like a secret lover appearing as the sun washes away. inwardly i pray; may ilg not catch anything save for the Go(o)dness which is my River Sister, as sacred to ilg as is the…
this feeble lover of mountain rivers was repaid tonight…over the slowing skirts of the dwindling Animas, up to my waist in shadowed rapids, i stalked, caught, and then released a most beautiful 14.5″ Rainbow Trout on my flyrod, not 300 meters downstream from my front door…