the most beautiful day

Sunday was full of sunshine, bright blue skies, crisp mountain air and late summer shadows. We started the morning at [where else?] Bread where Maple, Cale, Irene and I reflected on our lives in the San Juan Mountains. After a few sips of coffee, we looked around and came to the conclusion: it’s pretty sweet.

i love my mountain bike
We left from 2nd Ave and rode the rocks of Elke’s secret training trail on our way to the Colorado Trail. A mid-night thunderstorm left the ground in perfect condition. We switch backed our way through the dewy trees up to Gudy’s rest and followed the boys through the high and mighty magnificent mountainsides.

a river runs through it
Four hours later we picked up some Zia’s and headed to the river for fly fishing lessons. I learned there are no fish in the Animas.

main course
On to Main Street where I was still hoping for a ride on a Harley...