Sunday, June 16, 2019

Palisade Bluegrass And Roots Festival 2019

This little agriculture town of Palisade Colorado offers unique opportunities to visitors. This weekend was no exception as the 11th annual Bluegrass and Roots Festival kicked off the first day on Friday with an entire line up of Colorado Bands.


Wood Belly took the stage and rang out traditional tunes but in a very clear and precise way. What an opening act, huge props. Chain Station followed with a high-energy american roots riffs under cooler cloudy conditions. Two for two on the day! The Lonesome Days returned ( 2017 appearance ) to the stage adding Eve Panning on fiddle for this tour. Their set however was really slow and sleepy. Maybe others enjoyed but not for me. I happily socialized that set away. No Disrespect Lonesome Days


Now, Rapidgrass on the other hand, Sh*t Fire!! Top Shelf!! Them boys ran a full gamut with their eclectic mix of gypsy, classic bluegrass, swing, pop and world rhythms. They absolutely stole the show on Friday. The evening was capped off by top artist collaborating an impromptu jam with spontaneous remixed cover tunes. On paper, looked pretty damn righteous. In reality, it was one of a kind but not mind melting.

I was upset to see this outdoor TV, duh, Game 6 was the program of choice 
Off to the campgrounds with the masses walking, biking, or stumbled along. I stopped off at the trailer and threw on a pair of pants. June, Pants??? What!?!?!? Pants??? Yup. This was when really magical moments started to take shape. Each little picking party had something special to offer but it was a camp of 3 guitar players that took the cake. These guys morphed into old Civil War tunes that blew my mind. Their camp was placed directly under an old dead cottonwood tree, Mr Moon danced along with the rolling clouds between those barren limbs, Jupiter AND Saturn dotted the night scape, and the laminated high waters of the Mighty Colorado rushed on by. The setting was spooky really. These lyrics included snippets like a lead bullet clipping a knee cap or your bother in arms falling into you with a blood curling battle cry after taking one or firing off a projectile from a prone position as a canon ball from the other side removes your life. I Mean Crazy But Fascinating.


Saturday the 15th opened the festival grounds with Laney Lou and the Bird Dogs. They were entertaining with their original sound but I will have to admit I was distracted by familiar faces that I hadn't crossed paths with in many moons. That is exactly why I so enjoy musical festivals. I love catching up with others. Meantime, Meadow Mountain poured onto the stage and commanded attention. A fantastic set and more on them later in the evening. Chatham Country Line was the only band wearing suits AND proper cowboy hats. They were a bit slower and softer but I gave them props for the rich attire. Then, seatbelt please, Jon Stickley Trio blew apart the sound system.


John Stickley Trio is a genre defying and cinematic instrumental trio, which combines Stickley's innovative flat picking guitar with the sultry spacey melodies of Lyndsay Pruett on violin along with classically trained and heavily jazz-influenced drummer Hunter Deacon to create textural soundscapes. And just because, ripped off a phenomenal Bela Fleck and the Flectones Encore. Are U Flippin Joking


After the story telling set from the sister led folk band Rising Appalachia, back to the campgrounds we roamed. We meander from camp to camp and even had the chance to lounge out in a beautifully hung climbers net about 6 to 8 feet above ground. Thats when this situation turned priceless. Around a campfire stood members from Meadow Mountain, LiL Smokies, And Wood Belly. One banjo, one upright bass, three blazing mandolins, and between 4 & 5 guitars belted out hits, covers, and amazing circle jams. Exchanging names or numbers weren't on the program. Only toe tapping, shuffle style dancing, and fist bumping were the movements by us witnesses.


You know you had a weekend well spent when you smell like a campfire, kind of lightly layered in salty sweat thats crusted to your skin, your super tired but you a bit amped up on a bunch of energy. When I feel like that, I know it was one of the best weekends of the year. Some of those interactions from the weekend were shared with friends, new friendships being created, and defiantly while receiving/giving hugs to well respected old timers. For me, it doesn't matter where you grew up, it's the common denominator of musical language that bonded the friendship during this festival. I Am Smiling From Ear To Ear


Quick 2:40 video for ya, worth the watch. Plus, MRP was a huge sponsor for our Enduro Race and the cinematic photography was shot right here in the high desert around Grand Valley. And to you daughters that lack a father figure in your life, might not wanna watch this one.

Dream Big & Think Of Others First,
Cheers

Monday, June 10, 2019

Early June & No Miles


The first week out of the Gate for June was rough. I mean a straight kick in the nuts.



I was recently chatting with The Dude about how I need to find my big boy pants and head over and see my vet. The vet has cared for three of my dogs and thats the short/long history.


I haven't been by for a visit as that is the location were Shadow Boy's last breath was taken. The Dude gives me a ring with," Your spidey senses were on par. Got Some Bad News For Ya."


After receiving the Big C news, I called both the land line and the cell numbers to no answer. Rode on down to the office and the gals filled me in that the vet can only whisper but had left for the day.


Haven't seen him yet but I gather he has throat or thyroid cancer so my fingers are crossed that he will beat it.  But still, SH*tty way to end the month.


ORTHO:
What a client!! I have been working with a distance runner for over a year now. They originally sought out some treatment for an achilles injury and later on a hamstring issue. Their personal goal is a sub 2:30 marathon in Chicago this fall. They ran a "casual" 2:40 at Boston this year.


Prior to Boston, I introduced them to Body Metaphors. As a practitioner, something was "up" with their lower muscle train, after about 6 or so sessions, I sprang the idea of how a functional muscle unit might become weak. They chewed on this concept and reported back with an abysmal conversation, rather enlightening at times, and a full spectrum of self reflections. Brilliant

So what exactly are these Body Metaphors you wonder?? Lets start simple. The Posterior Plane would be considered Behind Us Now, The Past, or Hidden. Ankle - Grounded Movement, Flexible Stance, or Values We Stand On. Feet - Long Term Goals, Direction Of Movement, or Understanding. Calves - Hesitation, Moving Forward, or Facilities.

Here is the example from when I originally studied these Body Metaphors. Working with a student's balled up calf, I explored some options with questions, this fellow student was dealing with their partner purchasing a newer home. HESITATION


RADIO SHOW:
I have a couple of shows coming up. One particular show I am all jazzed up for. Get It?? The other show will be a late 60's throw back.


The throw back show is themed around Tim in San Diego. All dates and web links will follow as those dates near.


As for no miles, not nessecerly a true statement. Kind of like my no foot traffic miles for May. Back in May, setting the course for the Grand Enduro, I did a fair amount of hiking but I passed on the Garmin tracking.

Same for the first week of June. I was on my feet in Ridgeway but the Garmin has been failing as its aging poorly. Still riding to the office on the commuter bike but hadn't gone for a proper ride. Ten days into the month and I have been on the road for 7 of them. Its just been a busy past 3 weeks. Plus, I am pretty sure that Mr Sun was in my eyes and my mind is as muddy as the Mighty Colorado River these days.




GOALS:

  1. Hydrate 
  2. Roll The Road Bike Over The National Monument
  3. Focus On Lifting  & Push Ups
  4. Smile
  5. Pay The Deposit For Septembers Crested Butte Ortho Classes 

3 + 3 + 3 = 9 Best Boy Ever 
So without allowing last month to take up today, adventure on & seek the best possible outcome
Cheers

Sunday, June 2, 2019

May Wasn't Grey ( San Diego Reference There )


May Numbers:
Bike   - 788mi
Run   - Zero
Hrs    - 53
Activities - 45
PR's  -  16
7 Days Of Traveling
3 Days Active Free



Ended the month of May with some seriously radicle disc golf adventures. Uncle Grubby drove up from Vegas and his brother made a surprise visit from the Front Strange. Four boys being boys and living the good life.


And Then, Influenced By A Few Brews, LP's 101 Kids.












We Played Scratchy Vinyl, Battled A Few Rounds Of Rummikub, & Drank That First Night Away While Cracking Jokes And Reminiscing. So Damn Entertaining

Black Jack 


Those Leaping Lizards are out and about while soaking up the warmth from Mr Sun, the barrel cactus are finally blooming, and all those colorful lilies are still in bloom. A True BoB Ross Vision


I can't seem to get enough. Our Valley looks so healthy and alive and I am enjoying every outing. I was eating my sandwich the other day and that twinkle of time turned into about an hour of simply observing Mother Natures beauty. My Strava that day recorded an hour plus of single track but an ellipse time of 3+ hours. I wasn't just sitting, I was pondering my options. Thats what it was, not slacking. Well, Maybe


The Grand Valley is experiencing "normal" weather patterns for now. Mother Nature rolls in but those thunderheads had south towards Montrose or transition north while spitting lightning bolts. We should be enjoying evening rainbows during the month of June. At Least We Have Cloud Cover

Cup A Jo - Not Bad For A Bluesy Rock Band 

Talk about nice grouping. The Dude's white putter is nearly under the basket. Once I showed Uncle Grubby the four finger grip and rip, he was a teeing off mad man. He Is Hooked


We only keep track of our Birdies when we play so both Grubby and JK appreciated the non-competitive attitudes. And JK always smiled when we would say," Throw Another One." I would go find his first disc and walk on towards my disc while they all threw their approach shot. Go Team Human


The Palisade Brewery offered up a very refreshingly hopped Off-Belay I.P.A. after 18 righteous holes of disc golf. The day was saved for two reasons. #1 I didn't end up throwing my putter in the canal, which from my angle, looked like a goner. #2 Scored a Birdie on Hole 18!!!


We all had a shot at a birdie here on hole #8 but none of us could sink our putts. Sometimes, par isn't such a bad thing. But when your disc crashes into the metal basket with that distinct thud of meeting the dirt down below, THAT SO SUCKS!!


Black & White Loki In Black & White.


In order to keep myself off rookie status, been pounding the H2o like a whale. I happily matched those guys beer for beer but they couldn't quite keep up by day number three. Grubby claimed he was only car sick when he blew chunks, JK hit the road Monday morning feeling way rough, & The Dude & I BBQ'd Monday Night while putting down another 12'r of VooDoo Ranger. Water, Does A Body Good


Uncle Grubby travels with TiKi and enjoys including it in our activities. Here is TiKi on hole #4 of Watson Island's 18 hole course. Apparently, TiKi has its own CrackBook page. Still can't get over how lush our desert floor looks these days.

Sunrises, Best Clean Slate Of The Day 
Out Marking The Course with Monkey 

Feeling back to myself on the push ups front. Sometimes I stop and hold a plank position and other times its slow and controlled. Whatever feels natural at that particular time. Been consciously stretching before bed time and I believe that its helping me fall asleep a little quicker. Sleep, Who Needs It

Legitimate workout regiment until the brothers came to town. I lifted 5 days a week, sometimes Mon-Friday. When I was traveling, I hit the gym on weekends to make up for the missed days. My lunch hours were usually spent lifting and I really don't mind eating on the run. The whole month of May was centered around near max weight for the reps of 10. June is a huge month for me and I wasn't really interested in "hurting" myself in the gym.

One of my favorite routines by far includes shoulders and arms. Chest and arms does the trick alright but my triceps fatigue too quickly for a "proper" chest day. For what its worth, I am noticing my upper traps these days. So Thats Cool


Overall, riding my bike, joy of my life. The gym is a great way to socialize and workout but riding so kicks A$$. Catching majestic rays piercing through those morning clouds, matching the speed of a flying common bird, or dancing on the pedals is bar far my favorite activity.



GOALS:

  1. focus on biz & fitness but wisely & grounded
  2. seeing projects through - irrigation , swamp coolers , keep all ten digits in tact 
  3. rolling the wheels around the western slope - 1,000 mile month??
  4. assist someone in need 
  5. revoke remain repair reform 

Stay Strong, Be Well, & Think Of Others First
Cheers


P.S. Big Wheel Building is one blog I always look forward to. Their recent blooming desert photos incapsulate the beauty that I have tried to project here for all of you. Check Them OUT
P.S.S. My New Favorite Live Lightning Strikes Map

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Off-Road Endurance Weekend in Grand Junction Colorado

Colorado's Western Slope offers some of the most unique terrain and folks travel from all over the world to see places like the Grand Mesa, ride up & over The National Monument, float world class white waters of the Mighty Colorado River, and tackle some majestically rugged single track trails.


Now in is seventh year, the Grand Junction Off-Road and Downtown Music Festival has become one of GJ's premier event. I personally worked my buns off the first 5 years of this event. Last year, the 6th annual, The Dude & I participated in the Klunker Crit on Friday and then took an afternoon field trip on Saturday. The Motet performed the final live act last year and they brought some nasty funk and afrobeat the H E Double Hockey Sticks out of us.

Brand New Mavic Rear Wheel 
Epic Rides claimed that just under 1,000 racers registered this weekend. That is a huge number in comparison to the previous six years. And then just think about all the family members and tribes that financially impacted our community. THANK YOU


So this year, I embraced the OFF-Road Endurance Weekend with a whole new set of eyes. I wanted to witness this successful event from a business stand point and bring ideas of what worked/didnt work to MAD Racing. On Friday, the second day, we at MAD volunteered at the aid station near the halfway point just off Little Park Road. I had a blast while standing in the blowing snow storm, the high winds, and sideways rain. We all continued cheering on the 15 milers as they wheeled through. Suffering Through


Also on Friday, only the Pro Men & Women hammered out a 20 min crit race Plus 3 Laps on their race ready mountain bikes. And take notice of those ominous clouds lingering above. We scored a brilliant double rainbow!! Sure hope the hired photographers captured this amazing marketing opportunity. 











Saturday morning, standing behind the hay bales of turn one, the Amateur 30 mile and 40 mile racers were underway at 7:30 and 8:30am. You know what, Mountain Bikers are honest and genuine people. That's Refreshing


I hung out all day long downtown and throughly enjoyed myself on Saturday. In other words, socializing 101. Main Street was vibrant and alive. I casually placed myself under a tree limb during brief showers passing through. Loads of street walkers ducked under awnings in a panic and scurried off before the rain melts way their wicked ways. Many of us locals made eye contact and smiled because we know that Mr Sun will reappear in 5 minutes. No Biggie. After what I stood in the day before, Bring It. 

70 Pro Men Started on Sunday Morning 
While standing on 5th Street, moderately enjoying the live set by Tim & Richard, started realizing how nice companionship would/could be. Holding hands and laughing with someone in the rain while dancing away any issues. Like a ton of bricks, it dawned on me, WHY WOULD I WANT THAT?? Nobody has passed judgment on me and I am NOT being accused of "doing it" wrong or reminded that I am not paying enough attention to or being asked the famous question,"Well What Now?"                  

26  Pro Women Tore Out with Vengeance 
Saturdays live music would be the ONLY disappointing aspect from the entire weekend. I really felt bad for Zac and his Trio because Snob Production Phuc-D their sound right up. Snob has ruined a number of shows here locally and I promise that I am not the only one who knows this to be a fact. I was near the stage for their first few songs and then remembered how much I can't stand Snob running sound. I quickly retreated to 4th and Colorado Ave. That IS Right, A Full Block Away!! It wasn't as loud but still so muddy.


The poor Rebirth Brass Band, headliner of the event, were so disrespected by Snob Productions. The band itself was amazing and put on a hell of a show even thought they were freezing their A$$ off on stage. I did have the pleasure of reconnecting with a number of faces that I hadn't seen in many moons. Saturday really was stellar overall and what a gathering of good folks. The Rebirth Brass Band played a solid two hour set without a break. Yes


My favorite live performance came from the local act Zolopht on the 5th Street ( a total of three stages were set up around downtown ) Stage. They are known for a reggae vibe but they went a little space/dreamy with their first set. I was impressed and so were the party goers. Sure hope those guys sold a lot of merch. 


Now Mother Nature created a masterpiece near the base of her red rock cliff formations. A full spectrum of color painted the landscape in our beautiful little hidden valley. A funny side note; I viewed Sunday's race on The Gunny Loop where a very difficult climb lay in wait. As a Pro would hammer on by, I would shout encouraging phases and then throw in " Remember To Enjoy Those Wildflowers"


Something that also opened my little brown eyes, the Pro Men constantly shifted gears during this climb out. They retained the same heart rate , same cadence , same momentum , all by working their gear ratio. So Cool


And with those massive 29'rs , Damn , they navigated those rock gardens with ease. Those guys read the single track so well and make all those minor/major adjustments look so effortless.


Then, The Pro Women rolled in and they were so fluid and beautiful to watch as they took advantage of different lines , sections , and managed the grueling terrain. Very Impressive!! One gal sheered off her rear brake leaver and was still motoring along with ONLY a front brake. Crazy Impressive 


We all cheered like wild creatures of the landscape and blasted each and everyone of those racers with cowbells. Up Up Up 


Our weather was ideal for 3 plus hours of exhilarating racing and the demanding attention along our well defined single track trails. This 40 mile race rides like a 50 miler and a number of Pro riders shed  some blood. I felt the pain of one rider, we have all been there, he clipped a dead branch just below his armpit, jersey left flapping open, a nice red gash laid open for a sweaty filled afternoon. Oh Baby That SH*T Stings


Sunday excited me for the simplest of reasons. Number ONE, Yes, The Wildflowers!! Number Two was while waiting for the first Pro Male, a couple of ravens took flight. A Redheaded Turkey Vulture soared down through this canyon but then this particularly gorgeous valley went silent. A massive Golden Eagle rode the thermals without one single flap of a wing. The chatter came from all the spectators pointing out the obvious. We Were All So Fortunate To Witness Pure Beauty


And all the race fans!! It was remarkable!! So many locals were scattered along the trail systems and showing their support. Love It!! Those Kind Of Moments Re-energize Me!! Dig It


I am always more than happy to strike up a conversation with an out-of-towner. Talked with a couple for Arkansas that rode the 30 miler on Saturday and were cheering on their daughter during her race on Sunday. I agreed with their perspective of our Grand Valley and smiled when they told detailed reports from their "race" on Saturday. Its A Brutal Course


But it is a Phuc-N rewarding course. When you finish the 15mi, 30mi, or that son-of-a-Witch with a Capital B Windmill RD Climb, you just know that you could conquer anything. I highly recommend you adding this weekend to your calendar for 2020. You Will NOT Regret It!! You Will Prevail With Honor!! You'll Be Able Achieve Enlightenment!! Be Righteous


                                         What Do You Think About This Above Photo??  



And now I will really toot my own horn. I am very proud to say that four of my clients took a podium spot throughout the whole epic weekend. Flipping Stoked


Did I do all the work, NO. Did I invest any of the time on the course, NO. Did I dedicate hours to the bike, NO. Did I suffer through workouts, NO. I am not taking credit for their placements. I am just pleased to watch these folks cross the finish!! Two of them were beyond thrilled with the cash prizes.


Yes, Thats Right, Equal Payouts!! Top Male AND Female Scored $5,000!! 2nd handed out $3,000, 3rd $2,000, 4th $1,500, 5th $1,000, 6th $625, 7th $525, 8th $425, 9th $350, 10th $275, 11th $200, & TWELFTH Place Walked With A Cool C-Note. Total Women's Purse $15,000.oo & Total Men's Purse $15,000.oo And Thats The Way It Should Be


So Monday & Today were long days in the office for me. Almost all session were recovery massages and two in two days were Ortho sessions to release stiff joints. These sessions are convivial for me when hearing their trials and tribulations as they see them. One of my clients DNF'd on Saturday and was really quite bothered by it. I allowed them opportunity to work through and discharge without any reservations. Only then I offered up this question, " How Many Of Your Friends Or Neighbors Rode With You?"

Meaning: You were out there. You were outdoors. You were suffering, You learned something about yourself. You now know the definition of motivation. "As your practitioner, I am proud of you!" I Said With A Smile



THIS VIDEO WILL CRACK YOU UP!! The Bloopers Are Fantastic!!! Its A Video Of How To Ride With A Child Seat Strapped To Your Ride. Beautifully Entertaining.


Cheers