There were many days of this:
Trips to the mountains to kick start the year's training are always sweet. There's just something about running up a mountain, on trails that allow no view of roads or buildings with only the sounds of birds chirping. Well, that and the occasional rustling in the bushes that scares the crap out of me - is that a bear? A cougar? Run faster!!
But other than great smashing training days, we also get great family time. There's nothing like a 20km commute to lunch for beers on the patio of a beautiful day. Or a 2.5 hour trail ride through snow, mud and rocky creek beds with a picnic lunch in the middle. That is what makes our family.
And what would any mountain adventure be without the proper fuel to keep you going? My littleman's creation - and WOW was it delicious. All raw nuts and seeds (only exception was salted cashews), dried fruits and plain popcorn. YUM. It didn't last long!
I wish I could live in the mountains forever, but we do eventually have to return (although we're trying to make that as seldom as we can!).
