It was one of those idyllic days in the mountains.  We rode bikes for a few hours, had some post-ride beers, and then decided to go out and ride again, witnessing glory during the golden hour.  Friends meeting friends along the trail, scouting new lines, reveling in the magnificence of raw, natural beauty, warm sunshine, laughter and smiles …

One of those days that leads to easy sleep when the head hits the pillow.

scouts

scouts

be outside

be outside

lucky riders

lucky riders

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