Easy like Sunday morning. After all of these far flang trips, some time in the backyard was in order. Despite a half hearted snow flurry yesterday evening, the day proved to be a beaut.
Dakota Ridge and Red Rocks.
One of the things I love about this ride is the intimacy with geology. Steer a few inches left or right and you can drift millions of years back and forth in time, your tires finding traction in the Oxfordian, Kimmeridgian or Early Tithonian stages of the late Jurrasic.
And all this time it seemed like just a trail.
The basement, the gutter, the start of my least favorite climb on the Front Range.
The trail home, with our little town in the background.
