8.1.3.0.1

Sometimes you're so busy living life that you forget to document it. That's actually quite good, similar to sleeping so well you didn't know you fell asleep.

Saturday morning before making the drive south, I stopped off at round #3 of the Utah 'cross series to have my ass handed to me by YardmanG. That guy...maybe I need some anger to go that hard, or maybe, because he's so happy, riding in complete drool mode is the only way to catch a glimpse of what the average joe goes through each day in life. I'm not sure I want to go there anyway.

Kathy showed up, two weeks into her 6 month basement training routine. Come on, Heber City isn't that cold!

Ok, maybe the area is...before I left, on Friday Harriet and I went for a walk around the neighborhood. Brisk is how I'd characterize it.

Being back in Durango has been great. I may be gone, but I'm still here...there's a sense of community here that's not found in many other places. Maybe it does exist, but I haven't made myself available, or I'm too easily forgetting how many years I've spent integrating myself here...it doesn't happen over night.

What strikes me the most isn't the brilliant sunshine, red rocks, green trees, or the laughs while shredding perfect dirt on my old trails, but seeing and visiting with people.

Go to Zia's - bam, there's Rockwell, " s'up?". "s,up." He's stocking up for the Redbull challenge in Malibu, CA, though Tom thinks Salvodelli will win, especially if it rains. I'm not sure about that, 200lbs vs 150lbs...

Finally we sit down and woah, there's Mitch and missing synapse Dave. Moab stories consume more time than veggie tacos, so I have a few chips with my salt. Next...hit up the coffee at Bread...of course Rob sends you home with no less than 5000 free calories despite my protests. Off to the trails and I might as well saw off the left side of my handle bar because my hand's never there anyway, a constant stream of waving to everyone on two wheels who's cruising the valley on CR 250.

At the trail, its more eating and chilling. Robbie and I arrived on time, forgetting about Durango time. Noon really means 12:15ish....

Finally we rode, but being good Durangoans, we paced ourselves...with a lot of walking, crying, and excuse making.

Which will really wear a guy out. Better fuel up, since I've only gone out to eat 3 times in 24 hours since arriving.

Jthom nixed the Purple House bbq, so instead we pumped more income into the Durango economy...

Some used real money, while others kept it old school...

and I don't mean the retro sweatshirt.