He’s just a little guy!!

buffalo which means my mom is extra nervous. “If you see a baby on one side and the herd on the other, turn around don’t try to mess with them.” Okay, okay and gave her an estimate of when I would be back, but tacked on an extra half-hour for good measure. I lust for this route when I’m in Boulder with having to navigate traffic and never really feeling that far away (which is probably why I’m drawn to mountain biking more). Every time I ride up there though I can’t help but yearn for trails outside of my parent’s back door (maybe not that close). Especially when I’m wrestling with the internal dilemnia of riding vs. walking over all the cattle guards. Walking across possesses its own risks, my shoe falling off the ever so thin rail and jamming my leg down (a fear since I was a child), however riding can be impossible as well, if you don’t carry enough speed through, the spaces are just far enough apart that I usually ride off feeling like a shaken baby. The ride finished with ample amount of climbing and me clamoring into the back of my sister’s jeep as she came and got me when I finally lost the battle with the wind and didn’t feel like getting gusted around like a Raggedy Ann Doll.