The Boy Dog

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Today marked the 6 month anniversary of Shadow Boys newest journey. Light Speed Boy

This above photo was when The Boy was in his prime. The Boy Dog was five years old in this photo and just under 105 pounds. I know this because that was the last Summer with his old backpack. I bought him a new one for his 6th Birthday MONTH. Shadow Boy carried more oxytocin then any other dog I have ever grown with.

I honored his spirit with a little bike ride. Figured it would be a good idea to drink myself into a deep sleep Wednesday evening but I can reassure you this was a brutal approach to the day ahead. Woke up just after 3am with my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth while wearing yesterdays clothes.

A few cups of joe in my gut, bit under dressed, on the road towards Loma at 4:27am, I set out on my silent horse. Technically, I wasn't hungover because I was still intoxicated. But the streets were silent as only the elders were shuffling around inside their homes. A moon filled "morning" illuminated the River Tail between those pesky ominous clouds. These conditions were perfect for a day in the saddle.

A true casual ride out to the boat ramp put-in at Loma. I spooked myself good as a squirrel or a rodent of some sort shot along the brush near me while I was in space out mode. 22.3 miles into it and the air was clear, the clouds danced with the Full Moon, and my body felt rather relaxed and strong.

I rode west back towards town with this absolutely magnificent sunrise ahead of me. This sunrise brought out all of my bottled up emotions and I haven't cried like that in a long time. Well, like 6 months ago. Made it back for a bathroom break, nuked a cup of joe, threw down some yogurt, dried fruit, and granola before heading out. 48.1 miles and 3 hours and 10 minutes in

Started out due west again but Mother Nature blew down from the Continental Divide. So what the hell, turned and rode towards Palisade embracing the breeze. My legs felt decent at this point, low back was holding up, and my cadence was consciously slowing. Just Turning The Cranks

Mr Moon floated in the sky behind me but as Mr Sun washed out its magnitude. The concrete River Trail is only defined until 33 1/2 road and then you're spit out onto pavement. I rode north towards G Road and arrived in downtown Palisade at 8:50am and 51.3 miles on those sit bones.

Riding through the quaint town of Palisade has always been a joy for me. Palisade is one of those towns that you will find comfort and ease while visiting. Eventually, I faced the beast, a 900ft climb at 19%, just as a kick in the belly, or a training session for the young. I Hammered Along

East Orchard Mesa is dormant as can be. A majority of the peach farmers have cleaned up all the under brush, pruned those limbs, and have prepared for an early season start up. Me, I was beginning to think a rest would be cool. I knew I had this in me but I was tired of my old engrams circling around in my own head. Could Have Used An iPod

Sure, the wind assistance carried me along those rolling hills of East Orchard Mesa until my eyes were distracted by the back breaking work of migrant workers planting pepper plant. Could have been an early squash plant variety or corn for all I know. But it was a real perspective moment for me. Here I am, surrounded by my own issues, these guys are busting there A$$ off, I am riding a bike. With Them Starring At Months Of Real Labor Ahead

About a mile from the River Trail at Eagle Rim Park, The Boy Dog cried down upon me. It wasn't a heavy rain by any means but it sure was an emotional moment. That is how I viewed the situation at that moment in time. Shadow Boy's tears!! 60.4 miles as I dropping back down onto the city floor

I rested myself while consuming a wrap of two farm fresh scrambled eggs, cubed sautéed yams, goat cheese, minced garlic, cilantro, diced organic red bell pepper, my own vida mixed garbanzo beans, and micro greens. Nuked another cup of joe, changed out my base layer, filled my bladder, and headed out west towards Loma again. Holy Smokes!! Mr Sun was baking the Grand Valley and the humidity was prevalent. I almost regretted my decision wearing the LOKI base as I began my grind towards Loma.

The ride to Loma was way uneventful and arrived just before the noon hour. This put me at 80.7 miles, two peanut butter GU's, two rocks, stiff elbows, sore A$$ cheeks, and a heart full of gratitude. I had just witnessed Bald Eagles, jumping trout, an unreal sunrise, imagines that shed my tears, commuters riding by without a thought of any experience of this day, rabbits hoping, a crazy killer sunrise, and what faced me was a wall of darkness. The Front Was Sitting On The Colorado National Monument

Mother Nature was about to unleash her fury. I didn't have the legs to out run this barrage of weather creeping my way. The fierce winds were straight out of the west and I actually sang Ride Like The Wind by Christopher Cross. Rain began to pelt my backside but I rode the cusp of the front back into the heart of this valley. Legs pretty much spent, tear ducts pretty much dry, back pretty stiff, ready to hop off the bike in general, Boy Dog, I Miss You. 94.7 miles and 10 hours and 7 minutes. Mission Accomplished! The Boy Dog passed away way too young at the age of 13. 13 x 7 = 91

Rest in Peace Bleu Girl and Boy Dog. Every dog, I do mean EVERY, wanted to Phuc with Bleu Girl. Dogs were just unable to comprehend her ability to circum to her wet nose. Because of her behavior, dogs attacked her. She would just roll over in a submissive, classic possum response, until normalcy returned.

But Shadow Boy was the younger brother and never once showcased any A$$ Hole behaviors towards her. In Bleu Girls señor ---- AUTO Correction!!! ----- señor, CLASSIC. In Bleu's senior years, The Boy Dog would present her with his right hip as a human would offer up an elbow to a blind person. Together they would carry on like two peas in a pod. The Boy Dog

In conclusion, I am writing this under the influence of, just cracked, fifth Liquid Paradise, and pure exhaustion. As wonderful as that hot shower felt, I am beat. For those of you reading this, Phuc Yes I Thought About You




Here ( https://www.radiofreeamerica.com/show/puttin-down-roots-1-kafm-community-radio ) is the link from my radio show Wednesday afternoon. I really enjoyed this show, the flow, and the mix. Such a righteous time slot!! Loads of phone calls, text messages from my streaming friends, and a very quick 2 1/2hours while LP"s spun circles on the turntable. This link is only good for the next two weeks. Hope Ya Dig It


Toast To Our Beloved Pets And Extra Treats
The Padre