I love living in
On Saturday, February 23, 2008, Cory and I met Barrett and his friend James at Beaver Creek for a nice day of skiing. We left the house a little late, 8 am, and made our way in to the hills via the I-70 frontage road. We took the frontage road so we can get as familiar as possible with the road because it this the same route we will be riding during the Triple Bypass in July. We got on the hill a little before 11am and met up with Barrett and James on Birds of Pray, the world renowned GS course. We hit the Royal Elk Glades and Black Bear Glades ate some lunch then found some really great steep stuff on the Stone Creek Chutes. We skied until the lifts started to close, which Cory and I never do, and made our way down to bottom ensuring that we produce as much lactate acid as humanly possible on the cruisin' blues. It was a great winter day.
By contrast, on Sunday, February 24, 2008,
I will tell this next story for the rest of my life.
Scene: Bike path along the
People: Fly Fisherman w/ fly, oncoming biker, myself, RaNae, Cory and Barrett.
We were cruisin' along when I saw a guy fly fishing on the side of the trail. I could see the fly line crossing the trail on every back cast he made and thought that he would stop casting. As we got closer, I WAS WRONG. Just as we got close, I saw the fly cross the trail on his back cast hit an oncoming cyclist in the head. At this point we were probably about 15ft from the fisherman and I realized he has no idea that he was trying catch the passing riders. I slammed on my brakes making RaNae skid sideways and a near collision with Cory. Barrett just observed the whole thing happening from a safe distance. Luckily, we all survived with no blood or injury, just a great story.
Until next time,
Happy Trails



