The actual move wasn't bad. Four days of hauling the scrubmobile behind a 16" truck, with Mrs. Scrub driving her car. With the two scrubkitties. Stress ensued, but we all managed to not kill one another.
My company totally screwing the pooch on arranging our housing? That was bad. One of the perks for working for a travel nurse company had always been them hooking me up with housing...in the past at least. It makes it a super easy move. Show up, unload your crap. Start you job, and you have a minimum of three months to scope out the area/find your own place/whatever. Nice, makes ya' want to howl, right?
Yeah, when they don't screw it up and stick you in a hotel for a week. Throwing everything (well, nearly) that you own into a storage unit? I do not suggest it to anyone. However, it was a muuuuuch cheaper option than keeping the moving truck for another week and a half, and much more secure.
Anyhow, Jisch was kind enough to arrange a local guided ride for the first weekend we were in town. Excellent, if a wet/hot/humid introduction to things. (those shots courtesy jisch)
So now we're in our corporate supplied housing. Figure we'll stay here 6-9 months until we figure out getting into our own place. It's a nice spot, but my commute sucks, and the best riding spots seem to be closer to where we want to settle down in the end eventually. Oh well, for free rent, I can deal with much.
Despite that, I've had an excellent introduction to some local spots, on my own, and guided. Some sweet, sweet technical riding, of a kind that I very much enjoy. My low light level photography needs a lot of work, however, even moreso than my skinny riding.
On to the pics!
That one is just past the entry. It gets harder. I managed to get past this curve, onto the subsequent skinny, and along about half its length.
A local forum kid on a fun roll in. There is one monster long/steep roller in this trail spot that is calling my name...
Yeah, it's harder than it looks. And it looks hard. This one I didn't even try, with my low level skinny skills.
Yawn; timer shot.
Bikezilla and his N.Y. crew were along with yesterdays ride crew; he's on a nice chunky little roller here.
I've already had some of the best damn pizza of my life. Back in the land of good Dunkin Donuts, better cannoli, and fresh cheaper seafood. Five days off coming up; it'll be a combination of eating some good italian food, and riding. Now if some of those front range jerks would stop calling to heckle me.