CB wrap up.
From the commute into work:

From the "no, na gunna give up" files.:

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 Sun, respectively.

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