A muffin.
A banana.
A lot of soda.
A CamelBack full of water.
A sandwich.
...and a LOT of my brother's dust.
Great, great day. Perfect singletrack, best company in the world (my wife, my kids and my brother) and one of the coolest resorts on the planet. Robert didn't make an appearance himself, but we think we heard him hollering, "GET OFF MY PROPERTY." That's how people say howdy in these parts.
Lauren took a pretty good hit, then got up and rode out the rest of the trail, as usual. Total TonkaBabe. Ashley did great, carving corners and eating roots like a pro. Burke knocked out a good ride with me and rode the ski lift round trip a ton, unafraid and fierce in his righteous pride.
Sage got a Tinkerbell playhouse to keep her happy while we rode, but ended up discovering the joys of feeding potentially disease-ridden marmots Oreos.
And, yes, Tammy made it out of the Sundance store without needing a sherpa to cart all of the awesome back to the truck. Plus whaling down the mountain like the World's Coolest Mom that she is.
Such a cool place.
I am tired and my bike is tired and my kids are tired and Rich is uncatchable on singletrack and is not tired (and on a rented bike, no less) so I'm going to go sit in the backyard and radiate happiness at the world.
And answer emails on my Blackberry.
Ah, well, the price of being employed... I can be happy about that too.
- Ryan
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My daughter and I came across your blog tonight...we were just surfing...looking for good stuff...and we found you!!! You have an amazing spirit and it comes through in your postings. I am grateful that the world still has people like you! Hats off! God bless you and your family.
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