Quite a difference between biking the seawall of Galveston and biking the mountains of Colorado. My trusty old Panama Jack did just fine on the flat terrain with gulf breezes cooling me as I went. While Golden doesn’t quite reach the temperatures of Galveston, the incline of the mountainside trails makes up for it and then some. Ebike is the coming thing among mountain bikers who want to take in the scenery and fresh air, but not kill themselves in the process. Mother’s Day seemed the perfect time to surprise Ika with an ebike large enough to carry both kiddos without a strain. This way she can keep up with Matt while he pedals a plain ole mountain bike:) Matt swears he is a purist, in it for the exercise. You will notice he has already “borrowed” it several times. I’m betting he will get one sooner rather than later, himself. As for me, I’m in it for the exercise. I know full well if I have the option of turning on the power, I will never again breath hard as I climb Mount Galbraith. Isn’t breathing hard the point?
To cool off, there is always the Clear Creek pouring down from the Rockies. It’s crystal clear mountain water, which is what attracted Coors to settle their beer brewery at the end of the creek. Coors really is made from fresh mountain water, probably the least polluted beer on the planet, but it’s still beer to me (not a fan:) New neighbors, Jessica and Mark (originally Nasa engineers from our neck of the woods) invited Matt on a float about. Everyone from Texas knows about the famous river floats on the Guadalupe River in the hill country. Clear Creek compares nicely, and believe it or not is even colder. As you can see from the pictures, it takes a bit of wading into before exposing the behind to the frigid currents. It was reminiscent of many floats we did as a family back in the day. A nostalgic Sunday as I think back to the Guadalupe trips. So glad they settled in Golden.
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