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All of the trails were pretty much the same as the above photos. Dry! I encounted one wet spot where a stream basically ran across the trail and thats it. A little snow on the side of the hill where the slide trail goes up, but not effecting the trail. Just prime conditions to be out.

Red Rocks trail was a fun filled speed fest, until I got lost by the theater and couldn't find the way down to Dakota Ridge trail.

And great views.

But after milling around the greatest rock venue in the country, I finally found the way down and ultimately up Dakota Ridge. Yeah, up. As usually I went the wrong way the fun happens.

Going down this would be a blast. Going up was torture.

Then more up hill umtil I came to the aply named slab. I had to turn around and at least give it a try. Nice.

Pending doom. Nah, I didn't jump.

More fun (if I were going down the hill ).

I did manage to fall off the back of the bike going down the rolling ramp waterbars. I guess I was a little too far back on my stomach. The temporary castration that insued was not fun.

Finally reaching the top it was back down to the car, but the rocky fun was gone.

That night the band got together for a private St. Patties party. I don't know where I got the energy, but what the heck. More fun.

Sunday brought more riding and a lot of it. I hooked up with Keith and company for an urban assult to Waterton Canyon. Another beautiful day, great riding, and good friends. We made it to the middle of the canyon climb and stopped. Then on the way back we stop at the resevior and lo and behold, my camera is not there. I left it up at the spillway. Keith and I head back adding another five miles to the ride while Stu gets my car to meet us at the bottom. Thirty nine miles later (on the 26" bike), we meet at the parking lot. Yup, the camera was right where I left it!