Ned

a.k.a. Nederland, CO. What a great place to recharge the batteries, get some work done and appreciate the fact that the Rocky Mountains will soon be a thing of the past. The view from Darryl's house rivals that of Angie and Logan's place near Zion (you still have to give them the nod, though). Saturday was an open house with Nedites stopping by throughout the day and barbequed buffalo ribs were on the menu. Yum. Some singing, some luughs, great food an great company. Why is it we're leaving this place???

Nederland is home to the annual Frozen Dead Guy Days where they celebrate (?) the hopefully temporary death of Bredo Morstoel - Grandpa in the Tuff Shed. He was cryogenically frozen and his body was being tended to by his grandson, but he (his grandson, not the human popsicle) was deported to Norway, so now the citizenry of Nederland has taking upon themselves to be the caretakers of said stiff. Really stiff. The Cryonic Parade down First Street must be a sight to behold, but personally I'd be up for the Tuff Shed coffin race where - I am not making this up - "all participants must be living." Ned is also said to be a place where everyone knows the name of everyone else's dog. I believe it.

Sunday the 21st we began the ride literally from Darryl's deck overlooking Nederland and coasted about 20 miles into Boulder [a three thousand foot drop in elevation] and beyond. Now that's MY kind of bike route. Boulder is a true gem of a town, although a pretty expensive place to live, I'm sure. It was recently voted the best bicycling city in America with 192 miles of bike lanes on city streets, places to park your bike at stores and government offices, parks with bike paths, etc. It was a pleasure to be pedaling where people respected your right to the road. I wish we had more time to explore and enjoy it.