the past couple days have been a bit of a sugar and coffee bender but its quite nice and i suddenly seem to be finding words running out of my finger tips. they are not flowing like wine or water or poetry or coherency but they are flowing like a broken down damn. not just a little hole in the damn oozing out but the whole gosh darn wall collapsed and power is out in the town of frisco, assuming they use some of their damn for power in frisco…it might have actually just been a resevoir with a straight cut bridge do to the powers of construction and humanity, i can not recall.
i do recall the awesomeness of lake dillon however and the fun had last weekend in the mountains racing cross at 9000ft. and tomorrow is gonna be cross in the snow. with the off chance of sounding a bit too much like a small child i am excited and going to pack lots of warm clothes, esspecially for my fingers and toes.
i should pack. goodnight.
