Tales of Tuesday

I tried to leave the camera behind today, but as usual, there were some pretty cool things to take pictures of. I was glad I brought it! We were coming down the Postal Route single track today, and came around a corner to find the flock of sheep. Both the sheep and we were surprised! Todd cleared the sheep off the trail. They seemed a little nervous around him for some reason. I'm sure it's nothing.




The sheep had many different voices. Some deep, some high pitched. Almost human like occasionally.


After work Marcus and I joined Jeff P. for a loop out at Centennial on the other side of town. The terrain and dirt conditions are much different out here as you can see. The wind was howling! What would normally be a peaceful trail ride felt more like an expedition. None of us had a Sherpa though. The temperatures dropped quickly throughout the ride, and I was grateful that I had some winter clothes with me for the ride. I'm not saying we didn't have a blast though. On the way home in the car, a blizzard broke out. Visibility was at a minimum with the high winds and swirling snow. What a strange day!

Sunday's are for Riding

Last Sunday me, Brent, and the Chili Dog headed out for a quick ride at Centennial Park before Brent's first of two Futsal games that day (he slept like a baby that night).

It has rained quite a bit the day before so the trail was in pristine condition. The weather was a bit chilly with quite a bit of a head wind on the way back but other than that, the sun was shining.

Here is a video I shot of Brent coming down the beginning section that is basically a rock garden with jagged rocks and huge boulders. It is a bitch to climb!

Saturday Solo Ride

Today I had the day to myself. No kids or husband for the entire day! The first thing I did was schedule a facial in the afternoon and the second thing I did was decide to start the day off right with a ride.

I loaded up the Stumpy and the Chilidog and we headed out to Centennial Park. This ride starts out pretty technical from the parking lot with lots of jagged rocks and boulders for the first mile and a half. The remainder of the ride, depending on the route you choose, is nicely groomed single track. The one thing that makes me a bit nervous is the shooting range just below the trail. I guess if it is my time getting shot down by a stray bullet while mountain biking is a cool way to go out.

I rode for about an hour and then had to get back to my daughters basketball game which I thought was at noon but was actually at 11:00 so as I was walking in the door in my riding gear I get a call from my sister in law asking me where the heck I was. I changed out of the tights and into jeans and hightailed it over to the community center for the last quarter of the game. It was the first time in 9 years I have ever missed one of her games. She was pretty pissed.

Someday when she is an avid cyclist (that day will come) she will understand...