As much as I've tried I have not been able to get Georgina onto a bike. So while she was off taking a class at the specially formed Happy Valley Pony Club, I took off up Vail mountain on a mountain bike. 4000ft of climbing in 9 miles of dirt track up to the 11,250ft peak. Mortal souls choose to take their bikes up in the gondola to the station at 10,350ft, so all the way up to this point you are passed by grandma freewheeling out of control on a shopper bike with her big ol' skirt flapping out behind her! Scary!
Once you get above the grandma drop point the final 1000ft offers a quiet climb with views for 100s of miles across the top of the Rock Mountains. The storm two days ago gave everything a good dusting of snow just to add a special sparkle!
The descent is posted as Black and Double Black and had moments where getting off and chickening out were just not an option, too steep to stand up... so it's just hang off the back and let gravity do it's thing. My fathers words were ringing in my ears "...one day you'll have to grow up" Not yet - what fun.
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That's some view! You didn't mention how many vertebrae you broke on the descent :-)
Have a good trip.
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