There. I said it.
With all due respect to those who reside in Boulder, Ft. Collins, Flagstaff, Bend, and Eugene...I just don't see how it could get any better than what we've got down here in southern Colorado.
Let me clarify - I don't care about bike trails. Sure, those are nice. I'm not talking about rugged jeep roads. They're better than pavement. I'm talking about ribbons and ribbons of singletrack, snaking for miles in every mountainous direction for what seems like infinity. Another disclaimer - you better like to climb. There's no getting around that down here.
Why this sudden burst of bravado for my hometown? I went for an easy couple-hour run yesterday and linked up portions of numerous trails - Seven Bridges to Pipeline to Jones Park to Buckhorn to Captain Jack's to Columbine - and realized just how little of the surface I scratched even on this 10 mile loop. When Brownie hosted the Ponderous Posterior, out-of-towners got to see a slice of what COS has to offer in Williams, Waldo, Barr, Longs Ranch, Intemann, and Red Rocks. That's great and all...but there is a much more extensive web of amazing singletrack just to the southwest that went untouched. When the missing link is built, the possibilities will go from limitless to...uhm, well, beyond limitless?
Runners World seems to think that places like Central Park are where it's at. Riiight. THIS is more like it.
Along the lines of whatever comes up comes out...