5 Mile Pass

Normally when we go riding it looks a lot like this:West goes crazy and I follow best I can with all four wheels on the ground (and camera in hand).
But this trip was for the kids. Teaching them to 1. LOOK. Kind of like crossing the street, always look before you go, especially if it's an open space, over a hill, or at intersecting paths. 2. How to shift with out breaking the transmission (again). 3. How to ride on a trail. Usually they just put around camp. This time, we took them for a ride (to the outhouse, but hey, it was a 15 min ride one way so it counts).

Things we learned as the parents are 1. They need more practice. 2. We need more helmets. 3. We need at at least one more bike. Cas was at a slumber party and wasn't with us. Had she been, we wouldn't have had enough seats for the family ride. Time to shop?

Riding at 5 mile pass

Grandpa Brent and Grandma Julie have moved back to Utah. Of course we have to take advantage of some riding time with them. Sean showed Grandma the what for's of the kid's dune buggy: Uncle Tim and Caleb joined us too.My man child:West isn't happy unless he's flying up a hill. Preferably with a jump at the top.We checked out the mines... a couple that were covered, one that wasn't (Sean scared the bejeebers out of us a couple of times with the uncovered one! Boys! :))

Being as heights are NOT my thing, I was a little skittish around these. I really thought I could walk out over it though, I mean come on, it's covered with metal right? Wrong. I crept out barely at all, just enough to take a stinkin' picture, on all fours, panicked, and crawled back. This shot gives the illusion that I'm standing out over it with J, but really, J IS standing, where as I am squarely sitting safely on my arse with my foot stuck out to give said illusion.

See this hill? See West there at the bottom of it? No one. Not a single one of us (Of course not me! But not Uncle Tim or Caleb either) was attempting this hill. Except West. Oh my man child. Especially with a machine underneath him. Of course he made it. I expect nothing less from my ballsy man child.