Mmmm mmmm! Hungry for some Rusty Wallace Poppers or Dick Trickle BBQ Wings? Well here's your spot race-fans!

Greetings from Dad and Midwest skiing! "Well now it's up to 87 days. Sunday was the last day @ GP. I was in my bermuda shorts skiing up a storm. Everybody was gathered at the patrol shack at the top of the mtn. Grilling food and snacks and adult beverages. Tanya and Tim were the instigators, - there was magic in the air!! But it's all right now." Joe/Dad

The Chopper, ready to rumble outside Silver City, NM.

Finished up with a lightning raid deep into the New Mexico Alford's domain. Careful use of flash stunned Crazy Uncle Billy and Pop Alford long enough for us to inhale Barb's homemade green chile enchiladas and some homebrew before heading northwards for our most important stop, our yearly pilgimage to the Rio Salado Rest Stop parking area for diesel scented snoozing in the comforts of our dog-warmed pickup! Good times, good times.

Dropping back to homebase after the hike-with-bike. Gila NF, NM

Humping it up the poorly-named "Angel Trail"

Let the bleeding begin!

Chainsaw carving the Yeti

Highroller grinding it out pre-crash.

Then we dusted off the steeds and headed out near Silver City, NM on the CDT trail

And this. Wicked crimpers far as the eyes could see mateys!