We went to Crested Butte to visit some friends from California and mountain bike. This was not Braedyn's best bike trip. Two days earlier he had had his mega crash and badly hurt his hand so he couldn't grip his bike handle well at all. His hand really didn't start to look badly bruised until
after we got home from Crested Butte. We didn't know how much it bothered him until he tried to use it, at which point we were already at the top of the mountain. Braedyn had really wanted to go mountain biking with his bmx pal, Levi, and he was sure it wouldn't hurt his hand so we gave it a go. But 10 feet from the chairlift I knew it was going to be a long ride down the mountain. After yelling, "owe... owe... owe" the entire way down, because his hand hurt so much, we knew it would be the end of mountain biking for him for awhile. So we stuck with several rounds of mini golf instead. Maybe next year. It looked like an awesome place to mountain bike and so beautiful. God's country for sure!
On the drive there, stopping to throw some rocks in one of CO many overflowing rivers. There were so many waterfalls cascading down the mountains, but I didn't get one single picture so this one will have to do.
Trying to be brave, but really feeling very sad that he couldn't bike like he could 2 days ago.
Forget posing for picures, Braedyn was way to miserable, but we tried anyway. This is the only time I have not seen him happy on his bike.
Another rock throwing stop off on the way home
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