|The girls at the Waterton Canyon trailhead.|
In any case, we were all loaded for this morning, and got to the trailhead at a good time, for us that is. However, the little issue of one of my crank arms nearly falling off almost resulted in disaster. I had decided to ride my single-speed Surly Cross-Check, and in preparation the previous day I'd swapped some 130 BCD cranks with a 46 tooth ring for some 110/74 BCD cranks with a 34 tooth ring. This was something that I'd been meaning to do for some time, but the prospect of towing a trailer uphill for several miles spurred me to action. Yet, apparently I had insufficiently tightened the non-drive side crank arm bolt, and the damn thing decided to mutiny on me after a few hundred yards. After a hurried trip to a bike shop for a wrench and a crank arm bolt, while I left girls temporarily stranded on the trail to have lunch, everything was once again in order. Off we went.
|The shades are for speed.|
|My bean green, single-speed Surly Cross-Check as the tractor towing the Burley trailer. |
Note the custom cowboy shirt sun shade.
|Rolling past ancient rock.|
|The Cross-Check tugging the trailer under a full head of steam.|
|Waterton Canyon is idyllic this time of year.|
|The convoy taking a break.|
|A rare photo of the whole crew captured in one shot.|
|Me and the girls. I'm happily Semi-Rad today, and actually living up to it. |
For what it's worth, I'm definitely in favor of doing over watching.
|This can be taken at face value.|
|The girls. Yes, we're living the dream.|
|The whole crew assembled in the complimentary self-portrait mirror thoughtfully installed along the trail.|
|A friendly little flying beetle of some sort. Can you I.D. it Tarik?|
|A couple of sisters having a good time.|
|Getting down the fundamentals of drinking out of a bike bottle.|
|The girls in front of the Strontia Springs Dam.|
|Just when you're least expecting it...|
|...she springs into attack mode.|
|It's hard to top views like this...|
|This sheep was sporting a radio collar.|
|They seemed not to be concerned with the human users of the trail.|
|On the other hand, the deer remained more aloof.|
As for me, it was my first ride in which I packed up the whole family in the van to go to a trailhead, as opposed to just leaving our house on bikes. Ordinarily, I am not strongly in favor of driving somewhere to ride. However, in the end, driving was worth it. We've got great places to ride immediately adjacent to our neighborhood, but it wouldn't have been feasible to leave from our house on bikes and get to Waterton Canyon. Perhaps in a few years things will be different. In the mean time, I foresee quite a few more rides like this one, where we are able to explore more of the family friendly trails in our part of the world.
As a postscript, after we got home, we encountered another milestone. Lil' sis did a number of perfect, stiff as a board, Marine Corps pushups and seemingly tried to figure out how to coordinate her arms and legs in a locomotive motion. She is likely only a short time away from crawling. We're simultaneously excited and frantic about the prospect of a self-mobile baby in our not yet fully baby-proofed house.
|This kid will be crawling in no time.|