ins and outs of Gunny Life, the Colorado Trail Race and the Gunny Loopy Loop


Biggie Loop Cues

Start: Rock N Roll Sports, if doing GD, sign in at start and finish.

  • Go South past Loves on S. 12th St. (Loves is open 24 hours)
  • Turn Right/West onto Rio Grande Ave
  • Just before intersection with Hwy 50 go Left/South between Schmaltz and Motel.
  • Immediately Turn Right onto gravel road. Pass RV Dump, Follow Fenceline/Path.
  • Stay on bike path as it curves around airport fence, to Gold Basin/CR 38, Take 38 as it goes East, Then South.
  • Mile 3.9: Turn into Hartman’s Rocks Recreation Area.
  • Take Trail next to bathroom, climb Jack’s Trail, pass thru cattle guard veer Left.
  • Top Out, Short DH on Dirt Road, veer Left.
  • Climb up “mainstreetRD3525 for just 1/4 of mile or so
  • Turn right/west up becks trail, Top Out/Wiggle Left/Then Right onto Rocky Ridge.
  • Take RR up & over. Veer Left/South at intersection.
  • Climb up Broken shovel trail, Turn Right/W/SW onto dirt road.
  • Take Dirt Road 3570 W/SW to RD3550 to Back In trail to RD3575
  • Turn Left/South onto Outback trail, At End of Trail, Veer Left back onto Rd3550and descend.
  • Stay LEFT/South at intersection of roads. Take another Left onto Skull BypassTrail
  • At end of Skull Bypass, turn Left/South onto old double track, after 1/4 mile look for trail on right
  • Mile 11.5: Cross tiny plank bridge over S. Beaver Creek, take ghosty trail Northalong creek
  • Turn hard Left/SW onto Aberdeen Loop/east side, Climb, Roll, Climb.
  • Mile 17.7: Hit Dirt Road 3585, Turn Right/West. Continue past West Side of Aberdeen, stay on dirt road towards Uncompahgre Peak.
  • Turn Left onto RD3054.
  • Pass Seasonal Spring, at cow trough. Stay Right and curl Northward/DH.
  • Merge with RD3043/CR31 Continue North to Hwy 149
  • Mile 24: Take Hwy 149 N/East to HWY 50, Take 50 east thru river canyon.
  • Turn Left onto Dirt Rd3113 and climb above single trailer home.
  • Descend, turning R/North and climb up Beaver Creek Valley
  • Mile 30: Turn Right onto RD3089/Steers Gulch and Climb out of Valley. Begin LONG Hard Climb!!! Stay Left and on main Rd, Climb and Climb!!!
  • Mile 37.7: Pass Thru Gate/Cattle Guard, RD becomes FSRD 726. Climb, Roll, Climb.
  • Mile 45.25: Top Out!!! Take a break and look around, one of my favorite spots.
  • Turn Right at end of RD, into trees, look for vague trail thru the grass.
  • Descend Little Mill Trail455 steep, gnarly, downed trees, be careful!
  • Mile 47.83: Hit “ditch trail” turn Left/North, follow ditch.
  • Turn Right/North off ditch trail down last of Little Mill/Lowline descend steeply
  • 48.8: Hit RD450/Mill Creek Rd, Turn Right/West, DH. RD becomes RD3118.
  • 52.25 Hit Paved RD730, Turn Left/North, stay Left/NW.  55.6: 730 turns to dirt.
  • 59.6 Pass Spring, great water source, on the right after a short DH.
  • Climb Ohio Pass, 10,056′
  • 68: Top Out, descend towards Kebler Pass, Just before merging, look for trail dropping right into willows, Take Wagon Trail 606, across meadow, thru double track, cross Kebler, continue on Wagon Trail 606.
  • Merge onto Kebler CR12, DH into Crested Butte.
  • 74.5 CB!!! take any way thru CB that works. End up on the Northwest Corner of town headed for the Lower Loop.
  • Take Butte AVE N/W to the edge of CB and onto Peanut Lake Rd, to the Lower Loop.
  • LL to Gunsight Bridge, cross and look for steep short climb to Slate River Rd/FS734
  • Go Left/North Up Slate River Rd.
  • Turn up switchback and climb out of valley on “slate du eze”
  • Continue North/Slightly East past 811, Stay On 734!
  • Descend, gorgeous country.
  • Catch Right onto Schofield Pass Rd. Climb a couple switchbacks, Top Out!
  • Look For famous 401 Trail on the Left/East, Take and Climb!
  • Take 401 to Rustler’s Gulch. Get back on FS317, sometimes a busy little road.
  • Take 317/Gothic Road to Mt Crested Butte.
  • Turn into Mt Village, Pass many Hotels, Condos, Bike Shops, Restaurants. Here is another window for finding food.
  • Stay slightly left/straight, eventually hitting the lower ski slopes/trails. Last Chance for MT CB!
  • Climb “westside”, Look for Right Cutting across ski run.
  • Take Hunter Hill Access Trl
  • Hunter Hill Rd(paved), to Upper Loop. Traverse Upper, after about 1.5 miles, intersect with “tony’s” trail. Crested Butte is just 1 mile west if need be)
  • Continue South along “upper”, rejoin Shorty Loop for a while.
  • Go Left at intersection Taking Upper Upper
  • Take Upper Upper to Whetstone Vista to Left Onto Brush Creek Rd.
  • Climb Brush Creek Rd 738 heading West/NW.
  • Mile 83.5 At Switchback going left, take single track to the Right, Death Pass, after about a mile, merge back onto main rd.
  • RD becomes Brush Creek Trail 400. Climb and climb up steep, sometimes loose and potentially heartbreaking trail, all the way up to 12,300′!
  • 92: Top Out onto Star Pass, holy moly look at where you are!!!
  • Descend steeply off East Side, after only 1/4 mile or so look for intersection going Right/South, Traverse on Crystal Peak Trail 583 to another high point. Descend Steeply for 2.4 miles.
  • Turn Right/South onto Cement Creek Rd 740
  • At Hunter Hill Intersection, leave Cement Creek RD, Cross Creek, take Cement Creek Trail, rolling descent, along open valley.
  • Trail hits Cement Creek RD, Turn Left, Climb Switchbacks. After 3rd switchback, Leave RD, look for bike tracks. Climb/Traverse on Trail back to RD, Turn Right On Reno Divide Rd 759, Climb!
  • 105: Top out, Continue straight, pass thru gate, look for Flag Creek Trail to the East.Descend Flag Creek. At T intersection Turn Right/S, Cross Creek, Climb.
  • Top Out on Bear Trail 415, Turn onto RD, Roll along to continue on Bear Trail 415,Mile 112.5, descend.
  • 114.7: Veer Left/South onto Deadman’s Trail 420. Descend crossing the creek many times.
  • 115.5: Stay Left at intersection with Rosebud, trail becomes rough double track, RD744.2c.
  • Hit Spring Creek Rd744, Turn Left/N/NE up wide gravel road. In about 1/2 a mile look for a road crossing the creek on the right.
  • Drop off main road and cross creek, begin climbing Dr’s Park Rd554. Climb steeply.
  • After about 1/2 mile. Veer Left/E/SE at intersection, RD550. Continue to climb steep narrow jeep road. Pass Cabins. Continue to climb.
  • Road becomes trail 424.1A for 1/4-1/2 mile. Steep ups and downs. Hit Dr Park Trail 424, TURN HARD LEFT. Old Matchless Trail/Gunnison Spur of the CT. Continue in a NE direction, many Ups and Downs, yet descending. Stay Right at all signed intersections, Stay on Trail 424 to Dinner Station/Taylor Park.
  • Take Bridge to Singletrack.
  • Take single track TRL 600? Not Signed, goes between many roads and in betweens. Parallels Taylor Rd/FS742, either route is fine
  • Take Left up FS671. Gate, might be closed to motorized. Climb 671 to trail 414.1A. Nice climb on road, gets steeper, then ends with Hike A Bike!
  • Hit Timberline Trail414, Go South/East
  • Hit Texas Ridge Trail 571, Don’t Miss This Turn! Texas Ridge is so fun!
  • Super remote, non-motorized single track descent!
  • T-bone RD. Go Right onto RD755.1D to Texas Creek RD 755. Follow Main Rd, Climb out of drainage to the north, slowly curl south.
  • Get onto Taylor River Rd, Pavement, RD742. Just for a bit.
  • At intersection with lots of cabins/Taylor Park Trading Post, possible resupply! Turn Left on 55/765, heading East, then SE, then South, all towards Tincup.
  •  Long gradual dirt road climb
  • Turn Left/East, RD267, Pass Thru TinCup, Cafe? Pie?
  • Continue towards Tin Cup Pass on RD267. Gets rough and gnarly.
  • Descend off South side. Look For Trail1439, CTD, Tunnel Lakes.
  • Climb Trail, Roll along above treeline for miles. Top Out over Alpine Tunnel, descend narrow steep trail back to RR Tracks. Take Alpine tunnel RD 839 S/SE
  • At switchback, Turn Left/Climb up rougher road, yes it is true, suck it up.
  • Climb Tomichi Pass rd 888. Closed or not, push over it.
  • Descend a tiny bit, look for Trail481 on Right! DO NOT MISS! Canyon Creek is Magic!
  • Descend, all kinds of crazy.
  • After long descent look for trail going Right/West as the main trail goes slightly east.
  • Waunita Trail497, steep climb and a sweet downhill. Hot Spring/B&B off course and to the West.
  • Look for RD769 going hard Right/North, Take Rd and Climb.
  • Stay on 769 to 767. Stay Left as you drop into valley. Descend into the tiny town of Pitkin. General Store?Hamburgers?
  • Stay on main drag thru town. Pavement.
  • Descend towards Ohio City. Turn Right/North at Ohio City(tiny little town) on to Gold Creek Rd771, climb!
  • Pass houses..cabins…..campground and Look For Trail478 Fossil Ridge headed North/Left.
  • Climb rough, loose, steep trail.
  • At intersection stay Left/SW on Fossil Ridge Trail478
  • Fossil is stupid hard, but honestly my favorite trail around. So Hard, So Humbling, So challenging, and Right There next town….
  • Take Fossil traversing west. Drop In!
  • At Vague 4 way intersection stay straight/North/NW onto 4 wheeler trail Beaver/McIntyre 472, Roll along.
  • Hit One Mile RD586, turn Left/West and Climb! Almost there….
  • Top Out, Rejoin the Shorty Loop Brothers and Sisters.
  • 138.2: Top Out, hit Lost Canyon Rd743. Descend to the West. After 1/2 Mile look for RD to the Left with Green Gate!!!!! Pass Around gate and turn downstream, look for ghosty trail following creek on other side.
  • 138.7: Descend old CT Spur Trail. Vague, but still there.
  • Cross Road continue on fence line trail with no motorized sign. Hit high point, cross fence, turn right and then left onto RD604.1a. Descend. Look for CT spur Signs.
  • 141.5: Veer Left, climb to gain ridge. Now on top looking across Signal Mesa and the last 11 miles or so to get to Gunny. From here stay on ridge, rolling along trending towards the Right/West. Staying on RD3108. Pass thru many gates, some may be open.
  • Pass CT Spur Sign, Turn Right and cross another gate. Look for Right onto unmarked single track, look for bike tracks! Begin rolling, twisting descent on “first woods” trail.
  • Hit Saddle with road, continue Left/NW on more trail, “shoelace” after another 1/2 mile cross road, continue on more twisty tight single track. Curl to the Right and back onto the main double track. Roll along “Ridge” double track, looking over the Gunnison River valley to the west. Descend.
  • 149.5: At saddle look for unsigned trail dropping to the left, “rasta gulch” is super fun, descend. At Intersection at Bottom, Veer Right. Take Contour Trail 3213 Right/West.
  • After roll over, stay left, climb slight rise, stay left again on CT Spur. Descend old doubletrack. Look for trail descending off to the left. Hit Road, either take gravel path down and under Hwy, or exit to Campus thru gate in fence due West.
  • 153: Gunny. Take any way you wish back to Rock N Roll, sign in with your time. Go get a cold one and some rest. Nice work!
  • Going Big

    For me it started with spending lots of time on my feet. Once I got over the fear of the unknown, I became entranced by it. Getting around the next corner or over the next hill became more important than feelings of hunger, fear, or exhaustion. Fulfilling one goal after another, an almost endlessly satisfying march over the next horizon. Seeing new and old places, all filled with surprises.


    Big days became something I craved, I needed these ass kickers every so often to remind me how small, we and all of our problems can be. When I started riding bikes again, it immediately spilled over and took on a life of its own. For on the bike I felt a bit more rewarded for the hard work of navigating through these rocky mountains. I still clawed up the trail, but now able to cruise easily for miles at a time, grinning wildly. I simply can not get enough of this combination of focus, adventure, mountains, and the end result of complete depletion.


    Living here in Gunnison, there is an amazing amount of crazy rides one can string together. Its ridiculous and addictive! I’ve been dreaming up trail connections here for 24 years, and still, the unfolding of a map makes me giggle. So much to ride, just have to make the time!


    Yesterday I got the chance to ride with friends in Taylor Park and then rode home via trails, gravel, and pavement. The day was spectacular, barely a cloud to be seen, hot in the sun, cool in the shade. Being the month of June, the day was long, the sunset endless. Being a dry and low snow year we are able to ride way up high, on some amazing trails. Pretty special to be out in these mountains on such a day, grateful to able to spend so much time on my bike.


    Already dreaming of next weekend….


    One dream I haven’t made time for in recent years is putting on my own ride. Based right here in the Gunnison Valley, using some of the routes that I have learned and trained upon for the past couple of decades. Places that crushed me to get to, but have since opened my eyes.


    There is such raw beauty out there in this world. It comes in many forms, sometimes it is just a quiet stand of aspens high on a ridge top in the middle of nowhere after a long, hard climb. It is a wonder that I forget, and quite regularly that life is much the same way, greatness does not just pop into your hands, it must be pursued and earned.


    Un-rideable mud, tangles of down trees, endless climbs to rough, arm wrenching descents and more, and more. Tough, brutal even, but all of it with a backdrop of breathtaking beauty and a core of love. A playground with lessons in self knowledge and soul testing grit around every corner.


    I rode a bit of this on Saturday. My whole body is still sore, I’m not the trail crusher I once was, but I’m still keen to get back out there again. To keep listening to the wind whispering wisdom through the trees. To keep digging deep into myself, finding both strength and weakness. For these lessons don’t stop teaching, so long as we keep listening.


    Be wise, respectful, and humble, but do not be afraid.

    Strong Coffee

    Dark, Hot, and Delicious, thank the universe for the little things. This morning the coffee is doing more than making me wake up, its giving me something to hold on to.

    I woke up this morning sobbing into my pillow and I just can’t seem to stop.

    To be honest I cry pretty easy, I may not show it, but I’m a sucker for the heart string pulling stuff, dog rescue videos, beautiful babies, weddings, sappy moments in movies, etc. I don’t cry much over my own shit, that I tend to turn into anger and bitterness. So why am I crying? I keep asking myself the same. I don’t think its because I feel sorry for myself, although maybe I do. I just can’t stop thinking about how much of my life is based on the physical. Work, Play, Creation, it is all done with my hands.

    For the record I can still do everything with my hand that I ever could, it just comes with a price. I can ride, even still pull off some good hard techy stuff, or ride 145 miles in a day. I can still wrench, cranking out bike after bike, turning turds into functioning machines. But, I hurt. I awake in the middle of the night with my wrist throbbing. I can barely operate a computer mouse with out cringing. I find myself riding with one hand, way too often. I can not do trail work anymore. I can barely write with a pen.

    I can’t stop thinking about all the folks with greater disfunction than me and how they can deal and move on. Makes me feel like a wuss for not being tougher, more resilient, more adaptable. Guess I am still getting there. But this transition, or whatever it is, makes me cry.  I am scared, I am afraid to let go of what I know. It flashes me back to when I was younger and stronger, but still could sense that it wouldn’t last forever, I thought, “well when I can’t do it anymore, I’ll just move on”. Now that I am there I find that I am terrified, more than riding into the darkest unknown, surrounded by reflecting eyes hiding in the bush. Guess that this is just mental, spiritual version of that.

    I want to believe that there is more, more to me than the physical and I am trying to open up to it. Yet it is also hard to imagine doing any of it with out my hand and therefor without pain. Guess that is one of the hands dealt by the harsh side of life and we never, ever seem to be done paying our dues.

    Again, I am looking through the drying tears and seeing the coming sunrise through the open curtains, feeling the hot coffee flow through my bones, the fuzzy nuzzle of dog noses on the backs of my knees. Little things, can be the steps to more powerful things, I keep telling myself, even if I don’t feel it yet. I’m not giving up, that is for sure. I really do want, no need to give more to this world, but god damn it sucks to wake up crying. I’ll just make another press of coffee and keep on trucking.


    Counting Time, Wasting Time

    Been awhile since I sat down to write. A long long while.

    There are times when I want to open up my heart and share whatever it is that is happening in there, good, bad, or ugly. For the past few months it has been such a mess and too much to think about, much less form into words.

    I’m still living, but sometimes it feels like I am more zombie than my old self. The reason is that the next big thing has been missing. Due to injury, then surgery and the prolonged recovery, I have been disconnected from my dreams. Fact is I battle with depression, have most of my life. There were times when I thought I had it beat, done, gone forever. But thats not how it works, it lingers till you are weak and then it grabs you my the throat once again.

    I found ways to deal with the everyday battle, I dreamed big, I went at it hard and that focus kept my head above the grasp of that dirty fighter in the back of my mind. Having that huge, daunting mission ahead of me, did wonders for my brain. I still got beat up and dragged down, but I’d bounce back in a few days or weeks and get back at it.

    Then around 2015 my hand started to really hurt. It really hurt to ride, it was really hard to race. I still stubbornly managed to do a couple more biggies, but it was obvious that time was ticking. I really hoped that surgery would put me back at it, that I could return to the life I knew of planning for the next big ride. But 16 months post op and I’m still aching, unable to ride without pain and definitely unable to ride hard day after day.

    I’d been ignoring the winds of change as much as I could, meanwhile drinking and smoking way, way too much to try and compensate. It has not been a fun experience, I felt like I was rotting from the inside out.

    There have been some very strong slaps to the face recently.  A few friends and friends of friends have left this world by their own hands. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had the same thought. Its something that many of us fighting depression have to deal with. Yet, I can remember one of the most powerful moments of my life, riding along the Continental Divide way back in the 2011, TD, outside of South Park City, WY. It was sunset, the sage hills were glowing into seeming infinity one one side, the remaining snow covered mountains alight with an amazing colors on the other. In that moment I felt so wonderfully strong, alive, and in love with what I was, and what I was doing. I think about that moment and I refuse to give up on myself.

    Yet I want to return to that same feeling with the same experience, but I have to wake up and realize that it might just be time to move on. Ultra racing might be a thing in my past, and that has haunted me for the past 2 years and it has made me angry and bitter. That is a waste of time and I am attempting to grow and seek another avenue to explore. I have been waiting for something new to find me, bite me in the ass, and change me. That hasn’t happened, I got to do it myself.

    I am trying to quit drinking and smoking, I am going to read more, write more, create more and spend less time torturing myself with social media. Life is big and it doesn’t just mean big huge miles on a bike, I keep reminding myself that I am capable of so much more. It just requires starting anew and working to get to another place where I feel strong, free, and in love with what I am and what I am doing. I hope we can all find that thing in our lives, it makes living a lot more fun.



    Damn it, I got sick. Nothing crazy just the usual crud. Luckily I’m fairly healthy much of the time. But it comes around and gets most of us from time to time. Thing is I suck at it. I get twitchy and impatient. I get aggravated not ticking things off of my stupid long to do list. For someone who excels at suffering discomfort, it is amazing how crabby and grumpy I get when I’m ill.

    Yet I must say, I always learn something when I’m sick. Like any change in perspective, it makes you see everything a bit different. Especially appreciating the wonder of feeling good! It takes the dumb stressful things and makes them seem silly, why worry about that everyday, if you feel good, why bring it down with worry? With so much suffering out there already, why bring it on yourself?

    I’m great at over thinking, worrying, stressing myself out. So talented I am! Yet after a couple days of being forced to take it easy, when I simply can not do anything on that list, I read, I sleep,(I blow my nose and cough too) but I slow the F down. I swear there’s less teeth grinding, more relaxing thoughts, more possibilities popping up in my head.

    Here and now, I feel more at peace with my life. The judgements of others that I tend to endlessly scrutinize myself with, seem less important, more remote. I feel more in love and in touch with the good things that surround me, my cool job, my supportive friends, the wonderful woman in my life. I am much less agonized inside about missing out on riding and racing. Patience is tangible, not completely elusive.

    Like any separation from normalcy, reality, whatever you want to call this recess from the regular operation procedures, I wonder if the perspective will last. And if so, how long? No matter, the reminder here, I believe, is to keep moving, shaking, dancing about, so that stagnation does not take root. Keep living, keep dreaming, never stop shifting places, so that the perspective is alive, not pigeon holed in one dormant place. I need to keep this going and keep negativity at bay, it has never really helped me no matter how I cling to it.

    Live, Love, Breath. Keep growing no matter what the obstacles. Our own futures and the future of this world depend upon it.


    ups and downs


    FullSizeRender“Out there, on dirt, in the hills, maybe even up in the mountains, a simple ribbon of trail leading me forth. There, in that moment, I am content. Sometimes I am even truly happy.”IMG_5699

    On a fluke, I get out of work early! Have to deal a bunch of crap before finally getting out for a ride. Ends up being only being 1:20 or something, door to door. Ends up feeling like a million bucks. Seriously, a million dollars. The whole ride my legs ache, almost cramping, still I push a gear harder. I stand up and mash the pedals as hard as I can. So Now…Why not throw in that trail too?! Got to be home, showered and out the door by 6…so I hammer, hammer. Trail after trail. Then the road home.

    So simple, and after decades, it is still So amazing what it does for my head, my sense of purpose and place. So freaking powerful, A Simple Bike Ride. FullSizeRender[1]

    I forget as quickly as anyone how great some things are. Try to hang on to the good stuff, don’t push it away or forget them. I get caught up in wondering why I am here, it is okay to wonder, but in the meantime, keep getting out there and doing something good.




    Riding Home


    I participated in the Bikepacker first annual Bikepacking Summit in Golden, Colorado this past weekend. It was great stuff. Lots of super cool presentations that showcased the many, many ways one can explore via the bicycle. Met and chatted with so many cool people, learned so much and in turn, I am inspired by them all. Such a wonderful event.


    From there I spent a couple nights, and a day, with my Mom, in Brighton, Co. We sat with the dogs and cat, drank beer, watched the clouds roll by and the rain drops fall. All the while I prepped my bike and gear for the ride home. I watched the weather constantly, but no matter it didn’t improve, it looked like a wet ride home. My Mom tried to convince me to stay and let Rach come pick me up. As comfy and warm as that sounds, I needed to ride, to travel under my own power.


    So early Tuesday morning I got dropped off at Waterton Canyon, the start of the Colorado Trail and started my ride home. I did the first segment of the CT to the South Platte, where I turned south and followed the canyon towards Deckers. I planned most of the route without knowing exactly what was on the ground, I was hoping to do mostly gravel and dirt roads as my hand hasn’t been up to rugged singletrack. Unfortunetly, this dirt road soon turned to pavement a bit too soon, but was still a lovely bit of country.


    I then climbed back up on dirt towards the Tarryall detour of the CT, then turned south to 24 and eventually Lake George and the Eleven Mile Canyon. This was all new and gorgeous terrain. Huge granite rocks jutting out of the tight twisty river, all while gathering clouds made the sky a swirl of sunshine and darkness. I then took couple of shortcuts that turned out to be dead ends, county roads that didn’t go like they looked to on the map. Despite the waste of energy and time, I didn’t get frustrated and instead laughed and carried on…all the way north to Hartsel.



    There I racked my brain and my eyes to find the Tour Divide route south towards Salida. I had drawn a GPS track, but didn’t get the right one loaded, so by now I was going off of memory and general direction/instinct. I managed to stay on route all the way to Ute Trail where around midnight, I finally found some trees to hide from the rain and get some sleep. Despite a minimal sleep system I got in some quality rest, at least 7 hours of sleep! I stayed in my bag till almost 9 and then packed up in the rainy mist and made my way to Salida.


    After hot coffee, salami and refilling my feed bags I headed out and eventually up Marshall Pass. The riding was kicking my butt, despite mostly good dirt and more pavement than I was planning, my hands were hurting, as well as my left knee. Still I climbed away, knowing that home was getting closer and closer. The clouds stayed low and dark, but the light was amazing. Bright yellows, golds, pinkish peach, red and orange leaves glowed against the dark ominous sky. I stopped so many times to attempt to capture how gorgeous it was out there, my pictures do not come close to reflecting how amazing it truly was!FullSizeRender[2]

    After Marshall Pass I took HWY 50 home. I really wanted to be out a bit longer and spend another night under the stars, between the weather and my aching hands, I needed to get home. It hurt a bit inside to take the short easy way, but things have changed and I have to make smart decisions…damn that sucks! Ended up with about 237 miles, in about 36.5 hours. I wasn’t “racing” and took tons of breaks, lots of pictures and slept 7 hours!FullSizeRender[7]

    I really miss these big rides (and races) and I want so bad to get back to doing them. Fact is my hand hurt the entire ride, even on easy stuff. Sometimes I want to plan for a return to all kinds of endurance shenanigans, but rides like this remind me not yet. I’m still hoping it will get better and better, yet right now I fear that big stuff might be only in the past, cause it hurts that much. Staying positive and looking forward!!!IMG_5574


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