I am sitting at a bar at happy hour (9-12) in Mountain Village (right next to Telluride) after a beautiful sunset gondola ride, stealing some internet and enjoying some intense conversation about life, the future and the past.
I think I explained meeting Holland in the last blog, but we had a great (let me rephrase that: fun) time riding from Breck to Telluride. It was some of the hardest riding of the trip with passes and headwinds, but the company made up for it, joking to get our minds off of traveling 8 mph downhill.
We also hit some stellar clothing optional hot springs, hence the lack of pictures from that episode.
The ride into Telluride was pretty epic and we both had some mechanical difficulties getting into town, but we both look at that as earning it (the festival that is).
We clunked into town with two broken bikes and the only thing on our minds was where we were gonna sleep that night and how to get into the festival. After only 30 minutes of searching we got the best tickets and camping possible (no lie, people enter a lottery for these a year in advance) under face value and fell in with one of the coolest groups in the campground. Some of these people have been coming here consecutively for over 20 years. Total old school hippies.
For a couple of guys that showed up with no tickets and no where to camp at a sold out festival we got loved on to the max. Great tickets, great camping and great people. I am so thankful for the way that the whole situation turned out.
The festival absolutely rocked! Music, hippies and unlimited smiles. All with one of the most beautiful backdrops imaginable. I don't even know how to describe how much fun and good vibes was packed into four days. Ask me about it later.
After the festival we needed a rest day. Or three. We went to a wonderful post fest condo party Monday night with some of the best people around and were very fortunate to be included. Then spent all day Tuesday wondering what to do with our lives. Wednesday (today) finally exploring the beautiful surroundings that we have been living in for a week.
The plan as of now: get back on the bikes for the first time in a week and kick it back to CO Springs via Crested Butte and over an off road pass that everyone "promises" us is ridable just in time to meet my wonderful girlfriend and then a spend week of exploring the Pikes Peak/CO Springs/Manitou Springs area with my best friend.
Now the pics... I will hopefully get some more from friends made at the fest, but these are limited due to preoccupation with music and smiles.
Holland and me at the Blue Mesa Reservoir after a couple of days of serious headwinds trying to hightail it to Telluride in time for the festival.
View of the Cornet Falls (top left) from halfway up the hike. Notice pensive Holland in the bottom left corner.
Bridal Veil Falls from the basin where we got soaked by the mist. You can barely make out the power plant in the top middle.
Another great view of the falls and the power plant/crazy historic looking house.
Two of my favorite musicians from the weekend and one of the coolest guys I met jamming on the condo roof top.
View of the crowd watching a slide show from the top of the spiral staircase.
View of the falls in the distance from the condo rooftop.
Tom rocking the guitar on the day of confusion as we all prepare to move on with our lives.
Christina enchanting the crowd with her beautiful daughter Kaya.
View of the stage at night.
The winner. Probably the best pic taken all weekend. We are all so blissful and happy to be here and alive and well.
View of the town from the gondola. We were here for a week until we actually jumped on. Definitely worth it.
Towards the top of the hike with the town in the background cheating death.
The crowd and band at the potluck dinner. We had just been inducted into the Pod after an epic journey to the festival and were super hungry and super stoked for free food.
Grub time.
Grub time late night. Salami, cream cheese and tortillas. Don't knock it 'till you try it.
Me looking sassy, but the only good picture of the campsite.
Daytime festival tarp sitting marathon.
I think I explained meeting Holland in the last blog, but we had a great (let me rephrase that: fun) time riding from Breck to Telluride. It was some of the hardest riding of the trip with passes and headwinds, but the company made up for it, joking to get our minds off of traveling 8 mph downhill.
We also hit some stellar clothing optional hot springs, hence the lack of pictures from that episode.
The ride into Telluride was pretty epic and we both had some mechanical difficulties getting into town, but we both look at that as earning it (the festival that is).
We clunked into town with two broken bikes and the only thing on our minds was where we were gonna sleep that night and how to get into the festival. After only 30 minutes of searching we got the best tickets and camping possible (no lie, people enter a lottery for these a year in advance) under face value and fell in with one of the coolest groups in the campground. Some of these people have been coming here consecutively for over 20 years. Total old school hippies.
For a couple of guys that showed up with no tickets and no where to camp at a sold out festival we got loved on to the max. Great tickets, great camping and great people. I am so thankful for the way that the whole situation turned out.
The festival absolutely rocked! Music, hippies and unlimited smiles. All with one of the most beautiful backdrops imaginable. I don't even know how to describe how much fun and good vibes was packed into four days. Ask me about it later.
After the festival we needed a rest day. Or three. We went to a wonderful post fest condo party Monday night with some of the best people around and were very fortunate to be included. Then spent all day Tuesday wondering what to do with our lives. Wednesday (today) finally exploring the beautiful surroundings that we have been living in for a week.
The plan as of now: get back on the bikes for the first time in a week and kick it back to CO Springs via Crested Butte and over an off road pass that everyone "promises" us is ridable just in time to meet my wonderful girlfriend and then a spend week of exploring the Pikes Peak/CO Springs/Manitou Springs area with my best friend.
Now the pics... I will hopefully get some more from friends made at the fest, but these are limited due to preoccupation with music and smiles.
Holland and me at the Blue Mesa Reservoir after a couple of days of serious headwinds trying to hightail it to Telluride in time for the festival.
View of the Cornet Falls (top left) from halfway up the hike. Notice pensive Holland in the bottom left corner.
Bridal Veil Falls from the basin where we got soaked by the mist. You can barely make out the power plant in the top middle.
Another great view of the falls and the power plant/crazy historic looking house.
Two of my favorite musicians from the weekend and one of the coolest guys I met jamming on the condo roof top.
View of the crowd watching a slide show from the top of the spiral staircase.
View of the falls in the distance from the condo rooftop.
Tom rocking the guitar on the day of confusion as we all prepare to move on with our lives.
Christina enchanting the crowd with her beautiful daughter Kaya.
View of the stage at night.
The winner. Probably the best pic taken all weekend. We are all so blissful and happy to be here and alive and well.
View of the town from the gondola. We were here for a week until we actually jumped on. Definitely worth it.
Towards the top of the hike with the town in the background cheating death.
The crowd and band at the potluck dinner. We had just been inducted into the Pod after an epic journey to the festival and were super hungry and super stoked for free food.
Grub time.
Grub time late night. Salami, cream cheese and tortillas. Don't knock it 'till you try it.
Me looking sassy, but the only good picture of the campsite.
Daytime festival tarp sitting marathon.
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