Casual

Ah, fall in Colorado.  Seeing the days slowly getting shorter and feeling the nights gradually getting cooler. Saying goodbye to the hiking and biking of summer and anticipating the skiing of winter.  Time to downshift, kick back, and take it slow while nature works on changing its pallet from green and gold to green and white.  

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FIBArk

Long before it was a mountain bike town, long before it was a hiking town, long before it was a camping town, Salida was a river town.  Every June since 1949, pandemic years excepted, they have held an event called FIBArk, for First in Boating in the Arkansas river, to celebrate the river and those who love it.  That first event was a single race of 57 miles from Salida to Canon City.  Twenty three entered, only two finished.  These days, FIBArk is a full-blown four-day festival with multiple races on and off the river, music, food and all types of white-water shenanigans.  

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BV or Bust

It was way past time to give the road bike some love.  It’s funny, in Houston I practically lived on my road bike.  Pre-COVID my routine was long group rides on weekends, recovery ride on Monday, hammerfests on Tuesday and Thursday, summer races on Wednesday, rest day Friday.  Like clockwork.  For years.  About the only time I rode my mountain bike was to race.  But that makes some sense.  Houston is pavement rich, trail poor.  Here, the equation has been flipped and I now find I live on my mountain bike while the road bike mostly collects dust on a hook in the garage.  It was time to right that wrong.

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