Went on the last decent weather bike ride of the year on the Waterline Road. It's a trail that starts on the north side of the peaks (opposite of Flag) and traverses around the the south side. I haven't been on this trail for a few years, hence I've forgotten how amazing it is up there. Only one wreck of note (just a few scabs on the leg) and several really cool pics. Peath Out

It's been a challenging ascent, but if Abraham Gonzalez can do it, then by God so can I.

Kindof a weird photo, but the little clearing down there is called Lockett Meadow. An incredibly beautiful place to go when the aspens have color. It's definitely the unofficial safe-haven for those who have ingested mushrooms or some type of hallucinogenic chemical. After taking these pics, I realized the brightness and everything needs a bit of adjustment, but way off in the distance is the Navajo Reservation, which is almost completely immersed with smoke from controlled forest burns. From where I stood, the contrast was amazing, but as always, my novice photography skills shine through.

For those who don't know, there are three main summits in the San Francisco Mtns. Going north to south, the first is Doyle Peak.

And Agassiz Peak.

Another view of Agassiz.

And finally, the tallest, Humphrey's. These mountains are far more impressive from the backside. Insert off-colored joke here.

Rock Tunnel Action Photo!!

Elk! Big, large elk! Monstrous terrible elk....me and my stupid elk dreams.

The Black Crowes. Not only was this a great concert, but I had the opportunity to discover that I'm a terrible photographer.

This poor sapling hasn't grown an inch in 6 years. I've been trying to tell Randy and Pat that human urine isn't an effective fertilizer. Quite the opposite, in fact.

DaMoon. By the way, I'd like to take the opportunity to suggest to everyone that the movie "Stranger than Fiction" is a must-see. Very thought provoking.

A retrospective look at the season which was.
There's a cold southeasterly breeze that not only aids the colorization of leaves, but blows them off the trees quicker than usual. This year has been different than all others, though I always take on a feeling of familiarity when I first feel the breeze. Sure, it's a very traditionally festive time of year looming ahead, full of holidays, basketball games mixed with important football games, a little less summer brews and more seasonal drinks such as say...Bailey's, and of course, riding snow. But, when the breeze first hits my face, I can't help but experience a sentimental emotion when I must face the realization of the summer (and early fall) coming to a completion. I know, it's a pretty pathetic method of frankly stating that I'm going to miss disc golf, although I am much more of a summer person rather than winter. Another phenomenal summer season is over, and the Old Mund's Highway Disc Golf Association (OMHDGA) has been through some memorable highs, and unfortunately, a few regrettable lows. The record was challenged multiple times, though I'm slightly relieved to announce that my -12 round still stands as the golden mark. We said goodbye to an old friend (Nate Vaca) and hello to a new one (Curtis), had a few injuries here and there, not to mention having to weather a few large storms. All factors culminating into a fantastic, memorable summer. Next year if we can manage to get a few visitors from Utah, S. Korea, and a reunion tour with Nate Vaca, I'm sure we can rewrite the book of a good disc golf summer. But this eminent breeze tells a story of the past several months; the many experiences within them; as well as the friends I was able to experience them with. Vaya Con Dios, Nate. (And for the last time, get yourself registered so you can post comments and vice versa)

Never gets old, does it? This is our year, dammit.

Alright, I guess I'm and idiot. At least that's what everyone I know is calling me because I've never heard of the Burning Man. Nevertheless, here's some pics of it. By the way, all these so-called experts who are calling me an idiot, don't know where this event is taking place. CA or NV (or fill in the blank). Help a brother out.

My "sister" got back from New Zealand and is now preparing for her career. College, you might ask? No; carnival. She's in Black Rock City, CA at this thing called Burning Man at the Playa or something along those lines. It's kinda like a Mad Max on acid event. She is a trapeze artist, but from the looks of things, just the fact that you're there makes you one the them. She sent me a bunch of absolutely insane photos, and here are eight of them. NJOY.