Duuuuuuuuuuude. This is, like, totally awesome. Sersly.
No, don't fret, Wil. It's not that kind of high. It's not that kind of high. It's the 9000+ feet above sea level kind of high.
I made my escape yesterday from the HELL that is Houston in July for some time away with the family and invited friends in Colorado while the housesitter watches our palacial suburban McEstate and the actual canines left behind. It was in the 40s this morning in Breckenridge. In dog temps, that is totally bliss me out cool. Mrs. Greyhound and the puppy are here for the whole month, me somewhat less, because someone has to pay for this junket.
And today I kick off the grand adventure with a mini celebrity ride of sorts. Later today, I mount Jessie "Go Jessie" Cannondale, my faithful roadie steed, and make my way down from Breck, hang a left at Frisco and climb part way up Vail Pass to cheer for the participants in the Triple Bypass. In particular, I will be meeting up with Bold. I will be his SLP domestique to the top of the pass. Actually, I'll probably be the pathetic lantern rouge because there is NO OXYGEN up here. Hopefully the six party talks between Boulderites and Ogdenites will proceed some time later in the summer.
I have a new digital snapshot camera and have absolutely no idea what I'm doing to get some pics on the blog, so with any luck I'll learn something and have some pics later.