Saturday, atop Kennebec Pass. After a dangerously late start, and a long, long shuttle, we hit the trail at the crack of 2:30. (All through the weekend we were stupidly lucky with weather, we had every right to be hunkered down in a dilly of an electrical storm.)
Rich, taking a picture of me taking a picture of him taking a picture of me riding.
But instead we got a heaping helping of spectaculous alpine scenery.
And trail. Such lovely trail.
