You can’t buy happiness
We’ve headed north this week for one final hurrah of summer before the kids start school next week. Final destination- Jackson Hole Wyoming- playland of sport and wildlife (inside and outside the house). Here’s the quote of the day:
In keeping with the theme of love for the sport of cycling- we rode mountain bikes. The view of Teton Village from the Phillips Ridge trail, smoky (wildfires burning across the West) but still breathtaking.
Indian paintbrush in dark red, impressing those who speed by.
Trail builders with a sense of humor, to wash the blood off after you crash?
Phenomenal single track, just before I got a flat… and had to hike out.
I was going to swim, but the dog got there first.
Nature moment- pause to study the lichen covered rock.
My brother-in-law’s fancy bike- our guru and tour guide of local folklore and trail tales.
This section of trail is called the patio- serious trail building skills in action, these guys need to come help me landscape my backyard.
I need to look into getting one of these Earth Roamers, then I can drive to any trailhead, or the ends of the earth.
So… I got not one but TWO mountain bike rides in today…sigh…happiness. That’s saying a lot for a busy mom lady. Let this not be the last time!
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