As Kevin already mentioned, Day 4 was a wonderful double header of biking on the foothills of the Front Range. We rode Apex in the morning with my cousin Jeff as our guide. He led us skillfully down the treacherous switchback of Sluice Box and then through the wonder and magic of the Enchanted Forest. In the afternoon we visited the Aviator pool, hitting the diving board with Jeff’s boys Anthony (8) and Brendan (5), while Lola (1) and Keri stayed within the safety of the 1 ft 4 in shallow end. At around six we set off yet again for the foothills, this time climbing Mountain Falcon in the town of Morrison. Nealon cleaned the majority of the 1200+ ft climb, but I and my pneumonia lungs struggled as we battled up the hill to rumbles of thunder. We had a nice Chipotle nightcap a little after nine and hit the couches, completely spent.
This morning Kevin and I are flexing our domesticity muscles, doing laundry, reorganizing the car and primping our bikes. We head off to Fort Collins in an hour or so in search of entertaining campsites, even more entertaining campsite inhabitants, and more riding.
Jeff climbing the Sluice Box.
Jeff on the Apex.
Cousin Jeff and his knife. It's for mountain lion defense, nbd.
Leaving Mount Falcon, with Red Rocks in the background. Piss-poor lighting.
SICK CLOUDS!!!
Jeff climbing the Sluice Box.
Jeff on the Apex.
Cousin Jeff and his knife. It's for mountain lion defense, nbd.
Leaving Mount Falcon, with Red Rocks in the background. Piss-poor lighting.
SICK CLOUDS!!!
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