Archaeological Dig in Sandbox

I had the pleasure of hanging out with my nephew, Jack, this past Friday. We spent our afternoon unearthing buried treasure in my old sandbox. Among the many finds were: micro machines, army men, matchbox cars, and one Mr. Burns figurine.

My hobby..

I know you are enjoying the photos of my bike riding husband, but figured I would add a couple photos from my own hobby that I have revisited while living here in Montana. Here is my horse, Kermit. He was originally a therapeutic horse where I teach lessons and they decided it best to retire him, as he had been there 4-5 years. He is a sweetheart (well, most of the time) and I spent last weekend riding him around country roads enjoying the scenery.
He likes to show off and will do nice poses for the camera making it appear that I am a better rider than I actually am :)
Dad will be proud that I always wear a helmet, even if it makes me look like Darth Vador.

Fall, not Winter

This time last year the city of Bozeman was under six inches of snow. Our late season tomatoes suffered from the cold and more importantly, we were unable to go mountain biking. However, this year we have been blessed with an amazing fall. I went mountain biking three times last week alone, aside from my daily commute to school on a pedal powered machine. I suggest everyone ditch your car, grab a bike, and hit some dirt.

En route to the Madison Range.

A view to the East of the Gallatin Range. The peak on the far right has been trodden upon by me and many of my compadres.

Riding Buck Ridge with Lone Peak looming in the distance.

First Yellow Mule Trail: 7 miles, all downhill. Grinnin' ear to ear.

Ousel Falls