If I was a tornado, I would try to kill Kansas too.
Could it be? YES! MOUNTAINS!
A neon sign beaconing me home. Are you a bachelor on the lam? The Silver Saddle is the place for you my friend.
Hello!? Is that a velvet painting of flowers? Why yes. Yes it is. I hope it gets better, if that's possible.
Another room? Well, maybe there's a treat in there...
Jackpot!
The view out the window paled in comparison to what the decorator had done but decent try anyway, nature.
The trails were up to par.
Saw at least 4 of our nations top xc pro's out riding that day. Not as awesome as riding with a buncha up-tight regional roadies that take themselves way too seriously, but it will do.
Mother nature did her best to keep me in Colorado, snow (it was tame, and hard to see, in this picture), 5 hours of rain that, well, if it had been like this in the Old Testament, the earth coulda been covered in 20 days with evenings off, and a complete ice-wash on the hiway with zero visibility in Missouri. By the time I hit Indiana I had to use WD-40 to unlock my hands from the wheel (I used my feet to pick up the can and spray if you must know). It was almost like someone was, (well, prolly many someones are), saying "Kentucky doesn't want you back." Odd thing too, the Subaru ran better and had it's best mpg's ever up there, I think it realized it was in Subaru Mecca since at least 99.9% of all vehicles seemed to be Subaru's up there. All in all, a kinda strange little place that loves beer and their bikes—a lot. I prolly I need to go back soon.
1 comment:
YES! Nice pictures.
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