The Photo I Sent To GZ While Out On The Lunch Loops
I Call Them, Subway Bomber Barbies
Should Easily Crack The 10,000K Mark This Year
Teaching Little AC The Game For Throwling
Same Trees In Meeker!!! Loaded Up Turkey Vultures For Steven
MAD Racing timed the 5K Run For Life on July 4th in Meeker. I had to wandered back to see the Turkey Vultures. Yes, There They Are!! Crazy Cool
Adult Like Fun
And Now, The Twins are here from Melbourne Australia. So off to the little town of Marble Colorado we drove.
Two Ice Chest Full of Brews, One Ice Chest Full of Food, A 3/4 Full Bottle of Pendleton's Whiskey, & Stories That Carried On Into The WHEEEEEE Hours Of The Evening.
Leslie, Your Mountain Climbing Skills Would Be Challenged But We Have The Faith In Ya
Ended up throwing some plastic in Marble AND Paonia. Never did find the baskets for 8 and 9 in Marble. Not Complaining
But those fairways tosses were pristine and lined by gorgeous ever green trees.
Pretty much a putt putt style of course. Meaning, never used the driver all week and holes 3 & 6 I stood on the tee "box" with my putter. Didn't Lose A Disc
As you can see, little room for error on the approach shot. Relaxing sounds from the Crystal River played out the perfect soundtrack to the round. EPIC
ALSO, I Am Hosting The Magic Carpet Ride This Thursday ( July 11th ) at 6:30pm MT Time Zone. Stream The Show Live HERE and Click The Web Cam From That Same KAFM Home Page. Should Be A Studio Full With The Twins, Friends In Tow, & Only Good Dogs.
Until Next Time, Live Your Dreams & Think Of Others,
Cheers
June Numbers:
Bike - 244
Run - nope
PR's - 10
Activities - 22
Now, a majority of these miles are single track miles on the 575 and commuter miles to the office. With the River Trail washed out, haven't been riding out to the Loma Boat Ramp. Could I still ride out that direction, Yes. SOOOOOOO, chalk it up to pure laziness. Strava even pointed out nothing for nine days in June. Oh, but I have excuses. Such as, traveling, sun was defiantly in my eyes, a vicious dog ate my homework, and MAD Racing events.
CRESTED BUTTE:
Every year, last week of June, its a magical week for me and for other two wheel enthusiast. Bike Week in CB is basically a ski town chalk full of like minded humans. HERE is a link from my time lapse video of Bike Week 2018. Notice how brown the landscape is and NO flowers to speak of. I Was A Time Lapse Nut
The most popular fund raiser is the Bridges of the Butte for 24 hours. Yes, 24 hours while dressed in themed costume attire, LED decorated bikes, & riding over all 12 bridges around this sleepy little ski town of CB. The spirit of camaraderie and enthusiasm quickly becomes infectious with giggling, smiling head nods, & belly laughter in tow. Especially Around That 2am Hour
The absolutely suicidal chainless downhill race is Phuc-N unreal. Thats Right!!! You are required to remove the chain from your bike, wear something totally outrageous, indulge in a few communal beverages, & launch yourself on down Kebler Pass towards town.
And then comes the kids Wildflower JR Mountain Bike Race on the last day. Devo host an incredible kids weekend during bike week. They showcased stunt bikes, "free" homemade ice cream for racers AND their parents, local pizza delivery, BBQ's with Oskar Blues Blackberry Soda, and then the blow out Sunday race on ideal single track trails. All these trails are splashed with peaking Wild Flowers in all their glory. The HIGHLIGHT, Not One Parent Complaint
I say not bitching from the oldies because we at MAD Racing timed the kids race. Take out the mosquitos and it was an ideal week.
Klishy Pointing To The Out Of Work Welder's Bike - Those Are Truck 33inch Tires
Now, Here Comes The Part That You Will What To Skip. HERE IS MY DISCLAIMER, Stop reading and move on.
Leaving the town of Montrose, Mother Nature painted a picture of pure beauty. The foothills are so lush with emerald greens dotting the hillside. A herd of about 20 or maybe even 30 Elk causal crossed our paths with perfectly timed Bald Eagles soaring effortlessly above. For Phuc Sake, A Fisherman Reeling In A Beauty From The Bank
Pulling into Gunnison was surreal. So much growth and thankfully the downtown shop owners have recently painted their store fronts. The airport was spitting out aircraft and shadows across the mountains of approaching learjets thundered overhead.
All seemed well. Driving up the valley into Crested Butte became this emotional roller coaster for me. I don't know why my head does this but I just lost my sh*t with Boy Dog sadness. What The Phuc?!?!? I'm approaching the most magical place but visions of The Boy Dog washed over me with heavy grief. Him and I called Crested Butte home and we lived it up to the fullest of our potential.
My jaw just about fell off my face. The above photo of that serving spoon, I fabricated those for X-Mas gifts about 5 years ago. Very Touching
Spring 2018 in GJ
After checking into our room, Klishy & I headed over to the venue & thats when I realized that IZZY's bagel shop is no more.
At IZZY's, every dog, EVERY DOG gets a little slice of bacon handed out from the window above my shoe here. This is a photo of The Boy Dog from around 2010 in a bacon pleasure haze. After 11 years, IZZY's is now Crested Butte Bagels.
Summer 2018 from same spot
During the stunning sunrise Monday morning, after a prodigious weekend, thank you rocket boys, I sat with Craig and reminisced about old times. He made a statement that confused me for a second. He said, "The Boy Dog is archived you know." I didn't quite comprehend until he follows with," I hear you talk about him during your shows." Craig has stacks, literally, full spindles of burned CD's from my shows at KAFM.
June 2019 Once Its Gone Down Stream, ITS GONE
He looked directly into my eyes and said," I can see it clear as day, You haven't let him go."
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If you are still reading this heavy Sh*t, do yourself a favor and watch this quick video. The writing is brilliant and I guarantee you will laugh out loud at some point.
Right after The Palisade Bluegrass & Roots Fest, out to the farming lands I drove. I was invited to work Load Out after the Country Jam Festival. I arrived knowing that a majority of the crew were on day number 15, 20, 25 days straight. So I came into it with a gut full of laughter and ready to deliver empowering affirmations. For A Solid Two Days, We Giggled Like School Girls At Summer Camp
What caught me a little off guard was how well I received. They all remembered me from my manger role but they were incredibly genuine with their inquires as to where I have been. I also began to take note of how a number of them stood before me so present while we shared stories. Definitely a different kind of Country Jam vibe. I Preferred It
RADIO SHOWS:
Thanx so much for continuing to support, enjoy, and stream my radio shows. Sure hope that its on your radar to stream the station once in awhile. There really is a variety of programing and pretty damn entertaining programers. KAFM Solar Powered Community Radio
Good Morning
Here ( https://www.radiofreeamerica.com/show/magic-carpet-ride-1-kafm-community-radio ) is the link from the June 20th Magic Carpet Ride featuring audio clips from The Brady Bunch. I covered The Blue Z's time slot and threw out a bunch of 1960's tunes, 1970's classic rock, & some very obscure remixed cover tunes. Solid two and half hour show and I felt like I was in a pretty good rhythm. Received A Lot Of Calls
June 19th Straight No Chaser Jazz Show w/an assortment of stand up comedy by Jerry Seinfeld , Jim Gaphigan, & Jimmy Fallon. Its an all instrumental two and a half hour program and the comedy clips slithered in perfectly. This particular time slot has a larger following and I was thankful for No Complaints. Could have gone ether way by those faithful listeners. Both of these links are only good for two weeks, worth a listen.
Took these shots in Meeker Colorado because of the life inside these trees. Those evergreens were packed full of Turkey Vultures. I took a few photos upon arrival but wasn't all that impressed. Wouldn't have shared these but the next morning was shocking.
Look at them all!!! There is a Red Headed Turkey Vulture on every limb of that Engelmann Spruce Tree with the alpha sunning itself on top. Meeker just happened to be sitting at 34F/ 1C at sunrise that morning. Let The Games Begin
Cycling & The Gym:
Like hasn't been happening but the body feels great. My Strava numbers are nonexistent this month and I haven't been by the gym weeks. Until today, a majority of what IS on Strava are single track miles. Not necessarily long on miles but huge efforts for sure.
Any big city folks understand highway congestion but we bear morning tractor traffic. And believe me, I do respect them farmers!! I would bet this farmer was working even before the sun came up today. Plus, I dig the agriculture, the seasons, Mother Nature, and lightning storms.
This Spring Season has produced some impressive displays of BoB Ross oil paintings as well. Our lightning out here crackles through the sky and then seeks the ground with vengeance. Some of these bolts dance off a discharge when making ground/cloud contact for seconds. Like, long enough that everyone has time to point it out. Not just a gasp but an F-Bomb might follow those dazzling strikes. Its Cool Sh*t For Sure
NOOOOOOOO:
And now for the bad news - Bummer!! A Real Bummer. Its a bummer for everyone. This section of the River Trail is well used by walkers, runners, bikers, commuters, skaters, moms with strollers, and bankside fishermen. Yikes
DISC GOLF:
For whatever reason, I let go of my driver late from every tee box. Whats up with that?!?!?! SO Sucks!! My putts were fine and my approach was par but I couldn't drive worth beans. But Hey, I was outside with the family. H & B brought both kids, dogs in tow, & the sounds from the Mighty Colorado River were bone crunching. So Much Debris Floating By
FIND YOUR PROJECT:
Some advice that I gave a client. Finding your project brings purpose and a true sense of accomplishment when finishing. Remember how much you grew when you had a project to work with?? Remember how you enjoyed your researching time?? Maybe you were with a family member. Or the excitement when it came time to share your project. Find Your Project
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.
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:
Hydrate
Roll The Road Bike Over The National Monument
Focus On Lifting & Push Ups
Smile
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
