from the trails

being "the picture taker" you tend to get left behind a lot. i was actually really tired most of the time, because i am just out of shape and the 29'r s was killing me! it wasn't a big deal to stop all of the time.... at least for me it wasn't. it was really hard to push those big gears up so many hills. at one point up one of the many slick rock faces... i stayed at the base of the hill in total exhaustion, watching my group pass me one by one. as each one passed me i told him, that i would wait here until they returned. as the last guy in our group passed by me and my bike... i thought to myself, "how is this going to look at your funeral?" then i started up the damn rock. i had to use every muscle in my body to get the power i needed; including my arm muscles [from which i still suffer from as i type this blog].

here is another nice picture from the same area:
i should have blogged these pictures on the spot so i would remember the exact feeling i had when i took these. if my memory serves me correctly i think i was thinking, "damn this is pretty!" :) not much insight i know... but what do you expect from an old man?

this was really an awesome ride... even though i wanted to quit through most of it.

this ride outlined the most beautiful cliff. it was kind of breathtaking.

perhaps i should submit these pictures to some travel mag somewhere. it's really one of my favorite. or maybe the next one is.... hmm.

i still have more pictures, but maybe i'll save them for next time.