We went to Winter Park for the weekend with our friends Abby and Clancey and their kids Lucy and Baby Will. Stayed in a fabulous VRBO house and mountain biked every day!
Kyle and I were just happy to be somewhere with moisture in the air and soil. It made for forests that reminded us of the Northwest.
Abby and I biked together while Clancey and Kyle stayed with the kids, and then we switched. We both did a loop including the Tipperary Creek Trail, that was a beautiful single-track climb and descent. Abby and I got caught in a major lightning storm on our first ride, and were rescued by a kind passer-by who gave us a ride back to our car.
Mountain biking is so much fun! While I still love riding a road bike, there is something rejuvenating about riding through the forest on a bouncy bike with big tires. It feels like playing. I have had some big falls on my bike in the woods, but I am loving the chance to get better at this sport. So far, both Kyle and I are decent climbers, but we are both more cautious on the downhills. I find that my mind plays one mantra over and over when I'm rolling down a mountain, gaining speed -- "my babies need a mother, my babies need a mother, my babies need a mother." That keeps me relatively in control on the trail.
As much as we hem and haw about Colorado and how it doesn't yet feel like home, I can't deny that it's a beautiful place. I do love exploring here. Winter Park seems like a good destination for us because it's only about 1.25 hours from our house (assuming we can master the art of avoiding the standstill infuriating traffic on I-70 during the Sunday return drive).
Sylvie did her first performance for us in Winter Park. It was called "Spinning Towels" and she was a performer named Nut Lion who crawled around with towels in her mouth, then spun around. Very avant garde.
We got it together one night to have a proper meal outside on the deck, overlooking two rushing creeks that made for natural white noise machines.
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