I know, I know. I didn't even write up the climb for N. Maroon yet...I'll get to it. I've been busy spending all of our money on college textbooks and getting tetanus shots.
Gram Kay is here, and Chad and I are slogging back down to the Crestones for another go at the Needle and the traverse tomorrow. This time with no time pressure (assuming the weather cooperates). Maybe we will find my long lost glasses. Maybe we will meet up with the next stalking mountain goat (oh, I haven't told that tale yet).
We went to the Boulder Reservoir yesterday for some beach time and found the spandex mafia had taken it over. The 5430 Triathalon was going on...parking was, uh, interesting...but not that many folks on the beach. The boys had a blast.
We spotted the Bob-mobile (Altitude PT) van right up front in the tent city of promoters and went to say hi to Bob. Except it came out more like, "Bob, we are trying to just bring our family to the beach and LOOK at all these IDIOTS here clogging everything up." Which I thought was pretty funny but Bob's friend did not see my humor and started tossing off bad Juju at me for that comment. Bob was lying in the back of the van and could barely sit up to talk to us. We caught him right after he had finished. He was happy with how he did. I asked if Mrs. Bob was racing and he said no...she was with the girls, so he was going to hit the beach in a few to "check out the scene and see who's interested in a 45 year old bald guy". My first thought was: I'm sure you could find a nice game of hockey stix down there in your leotard at the beach...but I didn't say that since his friend was there giving me stink-eye. Don't worry Bob...you're totally hot in spandex. Party on in your land of three cardio torture mechanisms.
I only make fun of the triathletes because I am not that cool. I have always been jealous, but not jealous enough to learn how to swim right. Ugh. Poo poo lake water...Chlorinated water isn't much better in my book. Kids crap in it all the same. Floating/sinking. Restricted breathing...no thanks.
Watch our Spots. If the Spot works, that is. I haven't told that story yet either.