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.