I had a similarly interesting Saturday which turned into a weekend. I headed up to watch Crankworx Colorado at WP.
I looked at all the mountain bikes on vehicles on the drive up I-70. I turned off I-70 at Empire but I was still sleepy from the lack of coffee. I noticed a Suburban coming up behind me with a very strange mountain bike in the upper rack above the roof. I then realized what it was and thought I was hallucinating. It was a ski bike. I then recognized the model of ski bike and knew who was behind the wheel of that SUV. I rolled down the window and waved. After a few miles, he realized who it was and we then had a very speedy drive to the WP parking lot. We did slow down at a few points and admired the fresh snow on the mountain tops around the pass.
I was then corralled into being part of Security for one entrance gate for Crankworx. The signs everywhere said "No alcohol, bottles, weapons". No mention of colors or drugs. I had to help search every backpack and bag coming through the gate. There were some great attempts, and some not so great attempts of alcohol smuggling. (Note: if you are a guy don't try to sneak in beer in a girly purse, use a real man purse - I mighta bought into that. A bulging girly purse carried by a macho guy doesn't compute.) I saw many, many friends throughout the day and weekend-some I thought had left for the other hemisphere for the summer. Crankworx slopestyle was amazing.
I went hiking on Sunday. The traffic was so bad Sunday night, I stayed another night and helped fix a friends computer. This morning we went for breakfast and did things that only happen in a ski town. Unfortunately as things were getting really interesting, I had to head back home. I can't wait for winter. Edited by daysailer1 - 8/4/2009 at 06:58 am GMT