Dave entrusted me to lead the B-ride for the fest this weekend - I royally screwed it all up. Noone got lost. Noone blew up. Noone was cursing me. I forgot a cooler of beer for the end of the trail (at least someone else remembered)
At least we had fun, and first dibs at the keg, which was empty by 10pm.
Climbing and enjoying the view.
Racing through the meadows to the top of Lion's Gulch
A shockingly good time.