My stopover in Boulder came early, but became more of a, “Well, I don’t really have to go yet” week-long pause of getting spoiled.

I rolled into Luke and Janine place in Lafayette on Saturday night after an iron butt ride from Moab. By mid-afternoon on day-one, I was harnessed-up rock climbing in Boulder Canyon with a great group of veteran climbers showing me the ropes … (perfect example of when a cliché is unavoidable). On Monday Luke and I shined up my little motor, took a trail r...
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