And remember Grendel? This is a story about Grendel.
I borrowed a townie and went to town on it.
There is something wonderful about gliding through the evening in
Crested Butte on a janky old bike. The swish of tires on pavement, the
sharp-yet-gentle clank of chains on chainguards.
Oh, and one last ride. A couple of locals showed us some treats.
Some clouds rolled in, cooling things off a bit and making the skies
look interesting and brooding.
And that was about it. I packed it all up, rolled homeward, and after
about 36 hours here, I'm heading up to Idaho for the Valleys Teton and