Heading for the hills...

Yesterday was my birthday.  That's about all I'll say about that, except that I am somewhere between 10 and 100 years of age, and you all will have to guess if you need further accuracy.  I had a great birthday - not because it was my day of birth so much as it just happened to fall on my single day off.  After a solid 65-70 hour week, I was ready to either sleep all day or go on a bike ride; when I awoke Sunday morning, the bike ride was the obvious choice.  Sandhya wanted to ride to High Point.  I made the suggestion that we could ride High Point down without any out-and-back, if only we were to climb from our house to Kennebec Pass on the road, then take the Colorado Trail home.  This idea, once planted, took some serious cultivation (read: convincing), but ended up being a beautiful flower of a bike ride (to carry the metaphor a little too far).  Sandhya's first Kennebec run from town was also her first Kennebec run, period, and it turned out pretty damn well.  Nine hours, ~60 miles, way too much climbing for my under-trained SS legs, and a whole bunch of fun.  Proof?  See the below photos.  Click to enlarge, arrows to select, hover for description.
-Joey