
Springtime on the front range is something else. 70's and 80's down in the flat land with snow-capped mountains stretching as far as the eye can see. A sight to see for sure...

I told my pap and mam I was coming to the mountains to ride, be a mountain man... acted like they was gut-shot. Said Son, make your life, go here, here's where the peoples is, them mountains is for animals, savages. I said, mother Glennon, the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world. By god I was right....
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