A little Colorado gravel, mostly uphill.
Some switch backs
Looking down the valley
Heading up the road
Spinning out on the bike trail
Mt Carbon looking toward Denver
The newly convest IRD to single speed. This is only phase one as I hope to get a set of Eno Hubs and Campy brake levers. 
The view.
Flying the flag of the old team.
The first part of the mission was the most daunting, drive 14+ hours through the night as to arrive in the cover of darkness. With some unplanned delays from some unidentified individuals near Roswell we were able to slide into the CASI site unnoticed by most. We quickly set up camp in order to take our first observation of this international airport. One of the counter intelligence agents was on to us, he strolled into our site and was sizing up our abilities. Finally after shaking him with lies about whiskey, beer, and goats we headed out onto the dusty trail.
Our first visit was to none other that the mayor, Clay Henry. After some coaxing with a bottle of beer, he informed us that who we needed to speak with were the agents operating out of a restaurant in the ghost town. We cased the joint out waundering aimlessly through the adjacent store trying to ditch the officer that was following us. Then in haste we trucked off to a small mexican joint for some food. Upon re-entry to the CASI site we were met by a roving band of bandits handing out malted beverages. We of course took said beverages for further investigation. 
All went well in the races with us all finishing and able to take up our investigation in earnest. Myself and Notorious started early into our collection of beer and trying desperatly to pump the locals for information. All while aka Cellarrat was getting a closer look at the airport, he brought with him a mix of raisins and whiskey to fend off the javelinas. After more milling around partaking in various beverages from the sponsors - Fattire and Titos, we were whisked away by the bandits to the top secret E complex. We were asked to bathe before given information, advice, and beer. We then proceeded with extreme caution to the Starlight with the help from the bandits. During the course of consuming food and agave substances we found out from the woman only known in the agency as Exactly, that we may be on something. 
Mr. Nice preparing for the course preride.
Mr. Nice after rocking the 100k event!!!!
A view of the CASI complex, I was out course marshalling for the Kids cup.
The view from the Ezell complex.
The gang at the Starlight with our new friend and owner, Summer.
Notorious showing the moves that landed him his wife.
It's back!
Looking toward the base.
Dad at the top of the t-bar
Here are the primitive facilities from a fine eating establishment in the Big Bend region, are you in? Mas-o-Menos on Februry 16th.
Riding the Poma lift - Fallon solo/Me with Keagan
Riding with Keagan
Spent some time skiing with the kids early at the base of Peak 9 - utter craziness! After a few runs of snow plowing with Keagan my legs were like noodles. Fallon got her ski legs back and is ready for a season of showing up dad. Skied with my Dad after sending the kids back to hot tub. We did some laps at Peak 10, my dad was timing us - 12 mins per lap. Then worked our way back over to Peak 8, skiing the trees/bumps off the 6 chair. Good way to make the legs burn as my dad is a non-stopper and we are skiing hard from top to bottom. This year I plan on working on my Tele technique and ski some harder stuff.
I was informed that we will be skiing through the end of March this year, so I have been planning my long runs/rides for up in summit county. Then again we have to wait and see if a move is in the future. I think our preference is to stay in Denver, but already two offers from Austin. We'll see what the week brings.
Sunset on the Ten Mile Range 
After a crazy week, full of highs and lows, I raced down in Morrison. It was chilly and the course was snow covered with a few patches of ice. I was not really motivated to race but I knew I needed to get out and shake off the weeks events. I got a third row position, which then I went easy for the first lap just trying not to get tangled up with others. Turned up the heat a bit and ended up with 19th in the Cat4 race. Not to bad for really not trying and just having some fun. The course was awesome with only a small section of mud and one stretch of ice (which caused me to get an upclose visual inspection of the tire treads of my competitors).
Naomi making it look easy as she begans the painful running section of Boulder Cx race.
Naomi running the sand pit. 
I am slogging through the mud!
The Belgiums make a fine wheat bier, since 'cross season is in full swing this has become a staple to my training table (or back deck). The weather took a turn to full on fall earlier in the week. I had to deal with some issues regarding running, spin class, or riding in the cold. As always, riding in the cold damp weather is better than sitting in a small dank room with sweaty bodies on a bike going nowhere. I headed out yesterday morning with the temp hovering around 35 degrees and a fog hanging over Rooney Valley. Took the Waltworks out dressed in wool and enjoyed the stillness of the early morn. Something about riding with lights by yourself listening to only your breath that makes getting up at 5 am somewhat bearable. A shot of espresso doesn't hurt either.
