this video was shot by and offered to our Tribe by my mountain running bro; Peter McAllister (see my Kennebec Pass Challenge earlier this month).
…The fishing tribes are given credit for the naming of this Moon, since sturgeon, a large fish of the Great Lakes and other major bodies of water, were most readily caught during
typically scintillating San Juans in summer…rocketing down the from the top of the climb, the intoxicating rush and dazzle of wildflowers and berries make for a disorienting – yet sacred – descent; like falling through a perfumed kaleidoscope!
Arrastra Gulch…Little Giant Peak (13,416′) guarding the precious meadow….my Dad did not move us ilg kids
‘out West’ for nothing! it was his greatest achievement; moving us out West…
photo taken this morning above Silverton, Colorado…about 50 miles north of Durango…
just WAIT till you see what i have lined up for WF.com Members this Week!
Ride Stats:
date: this morning, July 3rd, 2011 with my chi-ldhood best friend; Greg.
type of purification: mountain biking
effort: 36 miles, 4,600′ of climbing, all on double & singletrack from elevation ranging from 8,000′ to 11,750′ with a technical grading of 4+ bike skills and significant will power
regardless of how STEEP, of how DIRECT is this Path of Transformation? we MUST continue placing one foot in front of the other…ever upward, ever inward, ever Go(o)dward…if feeble ilg is still doing it…i KNOW you can…let’s Begin Again tomorrow…and if we fall? Begin Again, and Again…and Endlessly Again until Enlightenment…
located a glorious 7 miles and a thousand-plus feet higher than my riverfront home lies a special – if not hallowed – yes, c(om)e to TAF it…it IS hallowed – training ground…i’ve known it since a kid borrowing Lorie Worthan’s automatic clutch, 3-speed Honda trail bike, upon which i swear to Lord Shiva, i’d take up to these trails among the wild Turkey, Coyote, Fox, Deer, Elk, and Bear Beings and strip my ass butt naked, and motor around on these trails fast as i could…pressing my little scrotum against the wide, sweaty vinyl seat seeking new dizzying heights of pre-orgasmic bliss…flash forward to me today, 40-odd years later; same trails, same nearly orgasmic sensations…the only difference? i ain’t naked (though i’d like to be), and i’m either running or mountain biking…or, like earlier today? i’m doing both…c’mon; welcome to The Logchute Trail System!