Rode Supermoto in Flag yesterday evening, raced darkness back to the truck, and managed a coffee-filled dash to and beyond Durango before crashing in the woods. Woke, made coffee and played in the aspen leaves, and drove over a fog filled and sublime Wolf Creek pass and made it to Salida by 1000 (AZ time).

Tom showed me an excellent local ride featuring excellent au natural wash riding, and I spent the rest of the day hanging around in the wind, looking at the mountains, waiting 20 minute in Safeway to buy ice when the power went down, and drinking beer in Absolute Bikes and talking shop with the bigwigs.

Trails, a whitewater park in town, and a bike shop with the best selection of 29er tires I’ve ever seen?

I’m a bit smitten.

Monarch tomorrow.

ps: Chris, I am at your disposal Wednesday, and I’m up for Buff wheneva. Yo.