Stomping Grounds
The other day, my dad and I both left the house at the same time, each with our stallions. My Stallion, of course, is my Rotwild, and my dad’s stallion is his 550HP+ Z06 ‘Vette. I rode next to him (of course, he went slower so I could, haha): I’ve been enjoying the trails (the pics all start to look the same… I know). I even got to play some tennis with my dad.

Nostalgia
Today was one of those days I got to ride on some roads that I haven’t set rubber to in a couple of years. There were certain things I forgot (like how hard the ride was going to be!) I hopped on the road bike and headed east. The wind was pretty substantial in Albuquerque today, so I dressed a little warmer (i.e. no shorts and jersey today!). By the time I got out to the East Mountains, the wind was absolutely raging. In fact, I got blown into the gutter with gusts of wind. I had to put it in my smaller ring on the front and pedal downhill. I had forgotten how the wind gets back there, so it was both funny and frustrating at the same time. At home in Colorado this time of

High Desert Singletrack
It’s always a special treat to ride the trails where I first mountain biked. I remember riding up around Elena Gallegos on my $300 bike, having a great time. Some things don’t change… I still smile and have a great time in the North and South Foothills trails (rode them all today!), but the skill level and speed improve every year! I rode the hardtail today. The trails are pretty mellow, but a few spots made it evident that I was on a hardtail, and I had to tweak my riding style a little bit – can’t sit there and be as lazy over the rocks!

Tasting the prize
In August, I won a race called Pierre’s Hole that was super fun! A part of the prize were specialty brews from Grand Teton Brewing. I have been saving the spoils for the holidays, so my dad and I could share and taste it together. He has been a home brewer for 12 years, so it makes it fun to hear his opinion as well.

Homecoming
Sometimes I feel like I live in 2 places. I am still very connected to the life I left in Albuquerque over 4 years ago, and I come home 3-4 times a year. I love coming home to my parents, brother, and grandparents, and it is often bittersweet in that I am sad that time is passing by and I don’t get to spend more time I have with them. You can never calculate the moments you have with someone, and you don’t realize how precious those moments were until they are gone. We often “spend” time and take it for granted, unwittingly forgetting how valuable our time really is. It is also wonderful coming home to old friends. People you’ve known your whole life,