Nick– headed out to French Pass on the mountain bike today direct from the Sweetgrass editing chalet. 4 hours of sleep and a LARA bar equaled major bonking, but it was still delicious journey. The wildflowers are pretty incredible right now– this past July was the wettest on record in Colorado and the colors are all so vivid.
The ride up to the pass is a solid climb– around 2.5 hrs and 3,000 ft of vertical. Lots of sweat, not enough water, no sunblock, and some roadkill on the way up. When I reached the summit, I ripped off my clothes and said hello to the world. It’s the reward for reaching the top before your buddies, and on a midwinter skin, it’s a very unique experience. Just you, yourself, and the breeze. Maybe a loincloth distance run is in store for the future? Get in touch if you’re in breck and you have a long stride.
The photos minus my moment of zen: