How's your butt?

The question on all of our minds watching thousands and thousands of bikers ride hours to conquer the famous LOTOJA bike race. Seriously, they are sitting on those tiny little bike seats for HOURS- Like between 10 hrs or longer. Yeah, I get through a 45 minute spin class and I'm walking like there's a bowling ball between my legs for 2 days. That's gotta hurt.

Here's our little road-biker at our first feed zone! As a support crew you can not miss a feed zone. If you do, your biker will be up shiz creek, literally. The pressure is intense! And every time we would get there in the nick of time- he was way faster or we were way slower than we thought. ( It was both.) Let's just say a certain someone waited until the line was a mile long to finally decide she wanted an ice cream cone, and then another certain someone ( this may or may not have been the same certain someone) decided that it would be a good idea to try find people to take a stray cat she had picked up instead of driving to another important feed zone. And who knew that every house in Smoot Idaho is abandoned and people you can find are just horrible. And, who knew, that it feels much better after they scold you about picking up a stray you didn't want, to run away yelling: You people are awful awful people!! Let's just say we made it, but it was a close one.

Braden's mom, being awesome.

Braden, after conquering the King of the Mountain, still going strong! Half way done!

Waiting for Braden to come in, we also got lost and ended up in Jackson when we were supposed to end up somewhere else because that certain someone was driving and didn't see the turn off. Cathy and Mardee sporting some sweet T's with Braden's shining face on them to show our support.

Whoo-hoo!! Crossing the finish line with amazing time, you're the bomb honey!!

Ah, Victory!

Proud wife and Proud mom! I seriously have the best road trip hair. How do people look good when they travel? Cathy? How do you?

Next day, after a very restful sleep, besides being woken up by drunk bikers hollering at the exotic dancers next door-it sounded like a great show, at the Bull Moose saloon! I can't imagine why we got such a good deal on it! ;) Hey, they had smoke-free rooms! And moose shaped lamps! And free ice, next to the liquor.

Posing with our sweet ride!

Speaking of moose . . . Braden was so excited when we stopped at Bloomington lake, the whole way up he's saying Everyone think moose! They know you are thinking about them and they will come. Yeah rrright?? It's a moose! How excited we were to learn our minds had the power to command moosen? meese? meesen? mooses! That moose had no idea why he was there. Poor thing. We should have told him he could go home. oops, probably still standing there.

Cathy's first time swing roping- nice form!

Cowabunga! ( isn't that what you say when swinging on a rope? I don't know, or it just something you say if you're a ninja turtle . . . )

This lake was so stinkin' pretty! What a beautiful place we live in.

So much fun! Let's do that again!