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It was pretty busy down below with not a lot of parking left. But, it seemed like most people were just lounging around the picnic tables or walking the hiker trail.

In my procrastinating about procrastinating, I had already made up in my mind that I would do too many miles. Once again, plans seemed to change. The climb up Wapiti was so enjoyable, I immediately fell into my happy place. Yes, this is a smile.

I think it was all the friendly people I got to talk to, that even at this short venture into the ride, I was happy. Maybe, the happiest I have been in quite some time. All the right things click into place. The weather was perfect, the bike was doing it’s job, and I wasn’t even breathing heavy. I still had to stop at the old house, though. When I think about how they took the stone blocks right from a quarry on the trail, I am amazed at how hard they worked to get it perfect. I took some Geography classes in College, when I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be. One of them was Geography of Appalachia. I think that class changed me. I look for these kind of things now. The location it was built, the architecture, and the work that went into it. You can’t use a nail gun on this.

The trails were rockin’ today. So fast, even with the "not so baby" baby heads. Like butta! I’m climbing and climbing but the only thought is how much fun it’s going to be on the way back down.

Take note property managers. This is how you do it, yet I still had to give directions and info. I like that anyway. It gives me a chance to talk to people. And talk, I did. I spent a lot of time (shoot, I was on the trail for five hours) shooting the breeze with hikers and bikers. I guess it renews my spirit and faith in human beings when everyone gets along. Smiles all around or maybe they were just using MMJ? It is Boulder, after all.

The commitment to going down Picture Rock might have been difficult, had I still been in my state of procrastination. I probably would have sat at the Wild Turkey intersection for fifteen minutes deciding whether or not to pull the trigger. It was different now. I didn’t think about it. What else are you here for, Mitchell? Live a little. And, downhill I went and that was the greatest decision I’ve made in a long time. Ok, well maybe after deciding to go to Heil.

Did I mention I love this trail? Why? Well, yes it has scenery,

It has history, character, and style.

And, it seems to go on forever.

I’m almost to Hall Ranch now, where my plan was to turn around and head back. Which, I did without procrastination. Yup, I’m in my happy place.

You know a trail is built right when the climb is as fun as the decent. I felt so good, I threw in a loop on Wild Turkey and Ponderosa just for sheets and giggles.  I also had the opportunity to fix a few mechanicals.  I never get to do that.

And a little bit of what makes Colorado.

And yes, the decent back down Wapiti was everything and more than I thought of on the way up.