I’ve decided it would be a cool thing to start a new feature: Bro-files.
What is a Bro-file, you might ask? It’s a profile on one of my bros. Pretty straight forward. I’ll get a few out there to hopefully get my readers acquainted with some of the peeps I get into the great outdoors with. For this episode…
I first met JCarr at the entrance to Hartman Rocks. I think I made a good impression. You see, a few WSC bike team teammates and I were course marshaling at the turn into Hartmans. It was just past dinner time and we had imbibed on a few festy-bevs. And then a few more. We had just got the portable fireplace raging and started passing the whisky around when JCarr rolled up on his single-speed.
“Uh…hey. What are you guys doing?” he asked, suspiciously.
“Hey dude, you want a shot of whiskey?!” another member of the team asked (certainly not me, you guys) and offered up the bottle.
Nice to meet you, JCarr.
A bit later, we hired JCarr at the Tune Up (R.I.P.) as a mechanic. We rode together, skied together and worked together. We became friends pretty quickly, as most with such similar hobbies in a small town do.
What is JCarr known for?
Pretty simple. Cheesin’:
and Gettin’ wild:
We’ve had some good times together. He’s helped me train quite a bit for Kilimanjaro, while he trains for the Colorado Trail Race (something that I have little to a lot of interest in depending on the time of year. Typically, no interest before the race happens, lots of interest after it’s over.)
JCarr’s a super fast rider and always down for a new adventure. Sometimes they end up being misadventures, but there’s fun in that too. He’s always got something going on, and you can often hear him howl one of his catch-phrases:
“What’s going on YouTube? Changing tires??”
“I could be into that shit.”
He’s also a bit of a hillbilly.
Here’s to you, JCarr. Keep getting stoked. For America!
I’ve got a few good days in recently, but the weather had a bad habit of thwarting my big plans for multiple 14ers. Rather than risk it, I decided to stay local for the week and tackled some of the backyard terrain.
I took a run up to the Snack Bar again, this time with dark clouds and threatening skys. I never got more than a drizzle but moved a bit faster due to the approaching lightning. My time up and back is getting faster and faster.
I ran up Mt. Crested Butte over the weekend as well. I hadn’t been up to the top since EFreson and I took Sunset Ridge to the summit (a story for another post). It’s an awesome mountain and I decided I’ll have to sink money into a pass this year. I love it up there. At the top, most of the tourists were pretty confused when I told them I started at the bottom rather than riding the chair. Yes, people around here do that kind of thing. Welcome.
And I spent Sunday dodging rain at Hartman Rocks. The trails were strange: really buff and nice in some sections, deep sand and washed out in others. Regardless, I had an awesome ride. A couple crashes kept my attention. The cloud cover made it nice and cool all day. I hardly saw anyone.
The Gunnison valley is pretty magical, really.
We did some, *ahem*, trail work at Hartman Rocks yesterday.
At least, I THINK we can get away with calling it that.
Greg Moss from Denver’s 9 News came through and Dave Wiens from Gunnison Trails thought we’d show him a good time during the weekly trail work session. Now, what would constitute a ‘good time’ in terms of trail work? How about fresh out of the oven wood fired pizza (brought to you by the Dussaults Inner Fire Mobile, try the Figgy Piggy!) and a cooler full of beer? …yup, that’ll do.
From what I understand, Greg was in town to get a sneak peak at Gunnison and Gunnison’s accouterments for this fall’s U.S. Pro Challenge. I think a trip to Gunnison would be wasted if one failed to bask in the glory that is Hartman Rocks, so Greg was extended an invitation to Wiens’ work day.
Now, a certain blogger (definitely not me, you guys) may or may not have shown up a tad late (seriously, couldn’t possibly be me) and missed out on the heavy lifting. By ‘heavy lifting’, I mean ‘all of the work’. But you guys, I had an appointment and couldn’t make it on time! Really.
After we waited for the lightning and light rain to pass, the pizza-mobile was fired up and merriment ensued. I would most accurately classify the rain storm as a drizzle (Which brings to mind a favorite joke: Why does Snoop Dogg carry an Umbrella? Fo’ drizzle). A bit more substantial of a storm and it could have done some serious trail work for us. Either way, we’ll take the moisture.
Kudos to all parties involved during a most grueling and intense day of trail work. I promise I’ll show up on time for the next one. Especially if there’s pizza involved.
Went for a ride yesterday.
Only saw one other rider, he yielded for me.
Had enough daylight, enough energy.
Drifting through corners, pumping rollers.
Easy spin home.
I’m not sure if I’m the only person who experiences this. Surely there are more of you out there and today I write to bring together those who can relate to the unique phenomenon of what I like to call: People Trees. You’re most likely to experience People Trees during a mountain bike ride, but it’s also possible during a trail run. People Trees only occur off-road, and (obviously) in an area in which trees are present.
I apologize in advance because I cannot provide authentic photographic evidence to support this post. Much like Bigfoot, Nessy and other Cryptozoological creatures, People Trees are impossible to photograph. You might try, and you’d probably get a nice, scenic picture. “It’s right there!” you’d exclaim to your friends, pointing at the photographed foliage. They might humor you, or depending on how many pints have been consumed, play along and stoke your paranoid ramblings. They’ll ask for tales of the encounter and listen to you embellish for upwards of five minutes.
So, what are People Trees? Picture yourself riding along solo, enjoying a peaceful afternoon on the trails. You’ve just climbed one of the classic hills at your local area and the trail begins to wind along a plateau. Out of the corner of your eye, you see it. Another rider, gaining on you. As the singletrack turns the other direction, you lose sight of the mystery rider. The trail doubles back and you catch the rogue rider in your other peripheral. The trail is demanding, and you can’t turn to look and find out if you know this rider, but you know he’s there. But he doesn’t seem to be gaining on you. Because he’s not a rider at all. He is a tree. You just got People Treed.
There are specific trees at Hartman Rocks that pull this trick on me all the time. King People Tree is that one (you know the one) on Top ‘O the World, just as you crest the climb. It sits just off the trail, and you pass pretty nearby. Once you put some distance on this tree, he becomes a People Tree. He’s perfectly sized to be a rider, and is even shaped like a guy riding a bike. Skinny (wheelish) at the bottom, more full and robust at the top (body). Don’t be caught unawares, this tree will People Tree the heck out of you.
A reward will be offered to any reader who can provide authentic photographic evidence of a People Tree. Even though I already said it is impossible, give it a shot. Beware, the People Trees.