I shall call you: Hamburger Knee

Erika and I are pretty sad to have the house all to ourselves...we miss Slammer a lot. At the same time, we both realized it wouldn't do us any good to sit around and cry whenever we saw something she played with, laid on, chewed on, etc. So we took a trip to Fruita, CO. It's a cool mountain bike town on the western slope with great riding.

Here are some pictures.

Driving at sunset toward Fruita.


Erika is cute. This was a super mellow climb, but it made us appreciate our complete lack of fitness after 8 weeks of taking care of a suffering dog.


Erika shreds the Zippety Do Da trail. Note the trail following the ridge in the distance.


In an effort to try and get some level of physical condition back before Thanksgiving, I went to try out some large-ish jumps at lunch. I was doing fine until I jumped during a cross-wind. My beautiful blue baby was unharmed during the crash. Now with updated icky picture!