Tuesday, February 4, 2014

There.

Winter arrived locally late in November, intensifying into one of the coldest ever recorded 'round these parts.  The snow wasn't deep but you had no choice but to acknowledge and adapt to it.  Sub-zero temps also required adaptation, but that's just details: wear more clothes, not too many.



We live where we do because we enjoy and embrace seasonal variety.  130* of temperature variation and a playing field ranging from 4500' to 11,000' foster a diversity that leaves no choice but to keep things in perspective.



So that we might better maintain that perspective, we stepped away from home for a few days last month.  Drove to a land of warmth, light, rock and water to embrace what winter felt like there



Our first stop was Prescott, where Eric came out of semi-retirement to remind us how to ride.









He did as requested, starting us easy on our first dirt/rock/real ride in over a month.






Then he shocked all present by leaving the ground--entirely and on purpose.  It was a cool move that I couldn't help but to mimic.



Steep.






Little Miss Manual shook off the cobwebs and dove in.






As did I.






While Eric powered ahead, yammering ceaselessly about the upcoming trail or move or sequence, Jeny and I exchanged non-stop "omfg!" glances.  We were on dry rock, riding mountain bikes, with exposed skin.  Hallelujah.  


Rolling the spine line.



"MOMMY!"






The shot above and the one below are the same move, same line.  Much longer, steeper, more technical and committing than any still shot can show.  Eric smooved it.



And then Jeny gave it a shot.



Dan's notch from the seaward side.



Dan's from land.




The Dells are home to an unparalleled (and growing) trail system, catering to all levels of rider and hiker.  Many of the trails have signs warning bikes off of them--these are the ones we've learned to enjoy the most.



As the shadows got long the mild temps sharpened, reminding us to save something for the next few days.






They grow 'em odd, and hungry, around here.



One last detail to attend to before we called it an evening and went in search of food.



Later, I was compelled to execute a three-lane-change without a turn-signal.  That's what happens when Trader Joes appears without warning...

More to come--stay tuned.