After our little adventure in a truck that was about to roll, I snapped this picture at the Sunday night outdoor concert. Brian was busy still trying to rescue the truck.
Summer in Colorado is proving to be insanely busy and insanely awesome. Must do ALL OF THE THINGS. In that spirit, we spent Monday night at Alpenglow, Crested Butte's free outdoor concert series. I am on the board of the Trailhead Children's Museum and I had planned to volunteer to staff their tent at the event anyway. At the last minute, Brian and the kids hopped in to the car.
It was one of those evenings when it's warm, but not too warm and the sun is setting just perfectly behind the mountains and the music is really good and Third Bowl is selling small batch, homemade ice cream and aaahhhhhhhhhhh...
The next several pictures have a super attractive blurry spot because I didn't realize my camera lens was dirty. Cue me, slapping my forehead because DUH.
The next day, Tygh and I dropped Hazel off at the Trailhead for day camp, where she literally flew away from me with not even a "bye, Mom!" and Tygh and I went up to Trail 403. 403 is considered the little brother to 401 but it's a lot shorter (a little over 3 miles of singletrack) and the downhill portion leaves a lot to be desired. Given that, and the fact that I was carrying my 17lb. little guy, we went to the top, turned around and headed back the way we came.
It was seriously one of those days when I'm all, DUDE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I LIVE HERE.
Tygh refuses to wear a hat. Or sunglasses. Yes, I know he probably will have permanent damage but what I am supposed to do? I do smother his entire head (including the part with barely hair) with sunscreen that has zinc in it but other than that? All I can say is, I TRY.
I was nicely reminded of this by a woman with a southern accent as I was ascending. "You DO know your baby should have a hat on, right?" she condescendingly asked me.
Yeah lady, I know. But this boy is sneaky. And I am personally keeping the "sunscreen with zinc" market going, so back off, m'kay?
Resting spot on the 403. I like to give Tygh breaks from the Ergo so this was our hang out spot for a while. Tygh was enamored with his stick. I just liked the view.
And...here's the top. Notice the fly on my baby's head. CTFD, y'all. Baby survived. Fly did too. No one was injured in the process.
And the next day, I rode to Pitkin, this time sans baby. It was a lot faster. This was much appreciated until the descent, at which time it poured on me for 16 miles. I was near hypothermic when I pulled in to the store/campground in Parlin. The super nice owner let me hang out and drip for close to an hour when a fellow cyclist pulled in to the parking lot in her CAR. I wasted no time in busting out of that store and asking for a ride. Because I have no shame. And because hypothermia is no joke. Been there, done that, don't need to do it again.
Also, I have no pride.
Pitkin Fail was followed by a perfect ladies' night ride at Hartman Rocks on Thursday night and a Friday spent packing packing packing for our week-long camping adventure.
So that's up next. Taking two small children, 5 bikes, 1 ducky boat, 2 guns (for target shooting, silly), 2 fishing poles and 1 tent camping for the week. It's sure to be awesome.
