This sucks! Can't stand sitting still. Things were going so well. Started the spring off riding bikes in Moab, Fruita, Lyons, Missoula and Bozeman. Then a big trip to celebrate memorial day in Sun Valley, Idaho. Tasted some primo single track in Jackson, Wyoming and at Grand Targhee Resort. I had to sit out the annual celebration of Mike Rosales blessing the earth with his presence in Crested Butte (filled with late night wresting rivalries, shuttle runs of Doctor's Park, all those waist deep wildflowers and downhillin at CB with the boys. However I got to go to central Oregon instead, and rode around Mt. Bachelor, Bend and McKenzie River. Hung with some old buddies in Portland and got to spend some time in Hood River.
So I never saw it coming when I decided to sneak down to Trestle Bike Park in Winter Park, Colorado to get some time rippin with my crew. Blindsided with passion and an eagerness to fly I blew thru a table top, landing off the trail and ejecting myself into a pile of broken rubble. After being assisted by a cutie who was rippin behind me (she cleared my spin and even walked my bike with hers to get me down to the meeting spot for bike patrol), a super all pro basket ride from the Trestle Bike Park crew, an afternoon of painful x-rays, poking and prodding I was prescribed a summer of boredom and bike free livin.
So I plan to rehab, soak, rehab, soak until I can ride. That might not be until winter and it is my snowboard, however I'm not choosing to accept that without a fight for some fall single track. In the mean time I hope to be able to soon handle carrying a camera and doing some more nature stuff to keep me somewhat sane.
This is from a friendly game of Buffalo Peek-a-boo in Yellowstone National Park.