Deacon Patrick

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Descending on tires that slip on wet rocks and roots is not as fun as it sounds. Beautiful more than makes up for it though! (Yes, I'm in there. Bottom middle, slightly to the left. Wee lad. Grin.

In which I swap tires after discovering Maxxis Icon+ are slip and slides on wet rocks and roots, aspen bloom, Pascha flowers blossom during Paschatide, and I'm happier than a clam on a bike 9,000 feet above the salty sea on my new Schwalbe Nobby Nic 27.5 x 2.8” Addix Apex Speedgrip SnakeSkin (Whew!).

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In which Beorn of Gus Boots Willsen handles gradients preferred by mountain goats and bears, both up and down; I meet nary a soul; and a bald guy ascends and sits atop Mount Baldy for a pipe and coffee.

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Spring Snow

In which red turns out to be camouflage in a snowy and tan grassed meadow hill, and I dial in riding with a freewheel.

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New Bike Day!

In which I ride freewheel for the first time in eighteen months, put in forty miles in the first two days, watch in amazement as spring turns to winter in a mountain glen with the sun shining and fat fluffy snow flakes and early spring butterflies ride the same gusting winds, and I discover that Rivendell’s Gus Boots Willsen, whom my daughters named Beorn of Tolkien’s “The Hobbit,” loves all terrains climbing and descending with elegance and grace, as only bears can do.

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In which I find a spine, put it in my pipe and smoke it, and shrink and grow and shrink and grow by three feet at a time.

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Snowshoe LCG (lowest common gear) to get up to CR21 from Green Mountain Falls, the morning after the blizzard.

What an amazing storm! It not only brought winds in the mountains of 60mph, temps in the teens, and twelve to fourteen inches of very wet snow, but it also was the collision between New Colorado and Old Colorado.

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In which we explore the idiocy of riding a 2.1” fixed gear non-fat bike on snow.

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