It's happening, the return to nature is upon me. While I've completely lost mind the last 10 weeks, I'm feeling pretty good about where I'm at right now. Had a minor setback last week as I underwent some surgery to my right leg. Just about fully recovered and ready to keep the progression going.
Did I mention that cyclists in the front range drive me fucking nuts? Why so serious?
Some pics from around Boulder and of the marmot that lives in East Vail.
Excited to punch out of this place and hang in the high country next week. Peace, quiet and no people!