We took our funnybunnies a short ride up the mountains yesterday to "hop on rocks." They loved it, though at every hop we worried they'd slip and break an ankle or arm or worse. Of course they didn't. The view, just minutes from our house, is stunning. As we live here longer I'm sure we'll learn the names of each mountain and to tell them apart, but for now the big picture is a enough. Don't need the details yet, can't focus on them anyway at this point. Look one side off the mountain and see Boulder, flatness, and eventually (if the curve of the earth weren't in the way), Kansas. Look off the other side and see mountains, mountains, and more mountains. Nestled in there somewhere are ski resorts like Vail, Aspen and Telluride. Countless other places less famous but equally worth the trip. It's hard to imagine people walking over this endless pile of hills during our country's westward migration because the terrain is steep and rough and, well, it seems endless.
That doesn't deter cyclists, though. There were a dozen or more dedicated bicycles steadily climbing this mountain that we had to put our car into low gear to drive. These men and women with thighs of steel were tan and focused, but steadily moving uphill. It was way beyond the kind of sport I'd ever consider, but a true sign of the fitness diehards who call Boulder home. Maybe the bikers of today are descended from the western emigrants of 150 years ago. Maybe I'm just not used to mountains yet.
We took our funnybunnies a short ride up the mountains yesterday to "hop on rocks." They loved it, though at every hop we worried they'd slip and break an ankle or arm or worse. Of course they didn't. The view, just minutes from our house, is stunning. As we live here longer I'm sure we'll learn the names of each mountain and to tell them apart, but for now the big picture is a enough. Don't need the details yet, can't focus on them anyway at this point. Look one side off the mountain and see Boulder, flatness, and eventually (if the curve of the earth weren't in the way), Kansas. Look off the other side and see mountains, mountains, and more mountains. Nestled in there somewhere are ski resorts like Vail, Aspen and Telluride. Countless other places less famous but equally worth the trip. It's hard to imagine people walking over this endless pile of hills during our country's westward migration because the terrain is steep and rough and, well, it seems endless. 
That doesn't deter cyclists, though. There were a dozen or more dedicated bicycles steadily climbing this mountain that we had to put our car into low gear to drive. These men and women with thighs of steel were tan and focused, but steadily moving uphill. It was way beyond the kind of sport I'd ever consider, but a true sign of the fitness diehards who call Boulder home. Maybe the bikers of today are descended from the western emigrants of 150 years ago. Maybe I'm just not used to mountains yet.
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