|Somewhere on the way up Bierstadt.|
I know it's been a hot minute since I posted last. Update: I'm still alive. I've stopped playing Pokemon Go. I believe I've regained my true identity.
I'm allowed to mountain bike again. While I can't do any gnarly jumps or downhill tracks until next summer, Caleb and I have been out to Oil Well Flats to ride. I actually traded my mountain bike for a rifle. Not because I'm never going to ride again. That's preposterous. But I'd actually been trying to sell my old Gary Fisher for a while and, well, it's old and none of the real enthusiasts out here wanted that old hunk. But one of Caleb's friends rode it and wanted it, so he gave me a rifle. I don't even know what kind it is. 7mm WSM? We have another mountain bike I've been riding. It's a hard tail, but since I'm only allowed to ride easy trails right now, it's perfect for me. Over the winter Caleb is going to build me a new bike from the ground up so I'll have a sick new ride come next summer when I can rip again. I know he'll make sure to build a super capable bike, so my only request is that it looks cool.
In the mean time, we've taken up the cliche' hobby of climbing 14ers.
|At the top of Mt. Sherman.|
|At the top of Bierstadt, starving for oxygen.|
We've only done two mountains so far, but weather
|Handies Peak, Colorado. AKA, the baby Fitz Roy.|
|Mt. Fitz Roy, Chile-Argentina border, Patagonia.|
Anyway. That's all I really have for now. I'll post again next time I pick up a new hobby, break a bone, or win the lottery.