Did my first ride with my dad. Was pretty special for me, as throughout my life he has always been really supportive of my passions and hobbies, typically of which were mostly outside his interests.

Now that I've been getting into motorcycles and especially dirt riding, this has been the first one where we've really had a shared interest. He grew up riding dirt bikes throughout Eastern Colorado, and even raced them for awhile. He hadn't ridden in decades but yesterday he borrowed my wife's bike and we set out to go up a mountain by my childhood home where my parents still live.

6 miles up, the road turned to dirt. It was further than we'd either ever been up that road, and even street view stopped at about 7 miles. We winded through the gravel switchbacks until we crested the mountain - giving us a view of the range that divides the small town I grew up in to, well the next small town. As far as we knew there was no road that took you over this range through to the next county, you usually had to bypass the long way around on the freeway.

Unfortunately, we ended up hitting a private property gate, but we were able to see Clear Lake. We always knew it was right over the mountain, but it was kind of magical to just hop on bikes and get up to a point where you could actually see it.