Humility is one of my many great qualities, part 1

Hello Everyone, As anyone who's ever met me knows, I'm definitely the most humble person you've ever seen. I win awards, or at least I should, for being so humble. I could go on, but in the interests of brevity, I'll get to my story. Arthur and I have made it to the great state of Colorado, know for the Rockies and naming their capital after folk singer John Denver. Rocky Mountain High indeed. While I plan on hitting up some of the more famous biking regions of the state, I'm starting off at a smaller gem called Steamboat Springs. A tourist destination, famous for hot springs throughout town.  The other day, Arthur and I rode a popular area, and after an hour and a bit of climbing, came to a junction of a couple of trails, and paused for a break and to chat with a couple of guys doing the same. I could tell that the were both relatively new to the sport, but they had some good recommendations for which trails to do. The more experienced of the two said I should try a particular trail nearby, but to be careful as he had to walk some steep sections there. He might as well have just given me money to ride it. Challenge accepted. Unfortunately, it was not particularly challenging. With all the miles I've put in over these last months, I like to think that I'm a decent rider. I don't delude myself that I'm close to the people I see on Instagram, but I'm not too shabby. And that's what I was thinking as I rode this thoroughly intermediate trail. Piece of cake. However, if you start thinking about how well you are doing, you occasionally tempt fate. And so it was, as my front tire sunk into some soft sand on the decent off a small rock slab. My handlebars twisted in my arms, and the bike went out from under me. It wasn't much of a fall. I was going slowly, and landed on my feet, though bent over and close to the ground. But it was a good reminder that one shouldn't congratulate oneself too profusely, while still in the midst of the challenge itself. Riding one handed is dangerous, so don't pat yourself on the back until you're done. That adage, which I totally just made up, is what keeps me intimidatingly, inspiringly, almost other worldly, humble. Wes 

Photos 

These are from a recent ride. I believe those are Aspen trees, presumably where the ski resort gets its name. It's a place where the beer flows like wine.

Bonus points if you've read this far and get the reference.