ExPoordition Update - CB Rain and Flying Monkeys
In a moment of weakness, and despite sound financial wisdom, I let my self through the door of The Pub, in down town Crested Butte. The menu outside said $1.50 fries and $3.00 draft Fat Tires. I figured I could afford that. For some reason the "Pub" was empty, except the bar tender, cook, and bus boy. I rounded out the quartet, to enjoy my fries and beer in pleasant conversation with Chelsea who was tending bar and waitressing. I found this much more relaxing than trying to be socialable yet avoid awkward conversation starters with the "local" hipster crowd that were available at other establishments down the street. Eventually a plan was made for me to join Chelsea and her friend for a go on a local favorite Trail 401. I was a bit intimidated by the 8ish mile climb to 11,000' to join the switch backs for the long single track return via pristine meadows and down hill.
As it turned out thunderstorms and flash flooding had other plans, so we opted to roll the local dirt jumps and pump track.
Chelsea and her friend Pia (I'm pretty sure that was her name...).
Working the roller line.
Airing out the monkey on a little 6 pack. This bike does everything, trials, trails, races, and now dirt jumps. I think this is the first time I'v really jumped a mountain bike.
Cute little kid putting the "big" set to good use.
Mountain air doesn't come free. I guess I was getting a little ambitionous and carried way too much energy on an attempt to run all 3 jumps in the 6 pack. Its good to get a little blood now and then to keep pain in perspective.