Normally we head to the hills on Thanksgiving morning to make some turns before we stuff our faces full of turkey, but this year, it was nearly 70 degrees in the Front Range and the trails were calling our name.

We hit a loop from Wrigley’s, up Dakota, to Red Rocks, Matthews Winters, and then bombed back down the road so we didn’t miss the big feast. It was amazing.

You bet we were thankful for that ride, the weather, and the good company!