It had been a gloomy week, but the sun was out on Friday, November 28th so Wandering Ju and I decided to stay off the icy trails in the mountains, and walk around the flatlands.

“How about a dog park?” said Wandering Ju.  “We’ll take Callooh with us.”

Callooh is Wandering Ju’s grandpuppy — an Alaskan Husky — straight from the state of Alaska.  Callooh (and Wandering Ju’s daughter) were visiting for the Thanksgiving holiday.

Wandering Ju and Callooh

Wandering Ju and Callooh

Heck!  Why not?  The M.O.M.s have never hiked with a dog before.  We headed to the dog park in Westminster.

Callooh was VERY excited.  She knew exactly where we were going and as soon as we arrived at the dog park — she was off and running.  And running.  And running.  She always came back when we called her.  Or maybe she came back because Wandering Ju had her treats.

It was rather fun “hiking” with a dog.  (I could get used to this.)  Dog park people are very friendly.  In fact, we met a biker who also had a purebred Alaskan Husky.  What are the odds?

Alaskan Husky’s can average more than 19 miles per hour.  Callooh can do 25.  Well — I’m guessing — but — man! — she is FAST!  So fast — it was hard to get a picture of her, but here are a few.

She's checking out -- something!

She’s checking out — something!

Water really isn't Callooh's thing!

Water really isn’t Callooh’s thing!

Callooh found the only little spot of snow on the entire trail and took a snow bath.

Snow!  Now that's better!

Snow! Now that’s better!

We hiked a total of 4.29 miles.  If Callooh were wearing a pedometer, I’m sure she would have clocked in five times that much.

Wandering Ju and I thought for sure we had worn her down.  Nope!  After a little water, and about a 10 second rest in the backseat, she was up and ready for more!  I wonder if we M.O.M.s could bottle some of that energy?


I was hiking on my own this Halloween Friday.  Map Master was skiing (most likely on rocks), and Wandering Ju had a terrible cold.


When I woke up, I wasn’t motivated to hike by myself until I thought — Hey!  I’ll hike Chatauqua over to Gregory Canyon and up to Green Mountain.  Gregory Canyon was finally open (since last year’s flood), and the M.O.M.’s haven’t hiked Green Mountain (one of my favorite hikes) for a couple years.

OK — now I’m motivated!

I grabbed Ellen DeBear and packed a lunch and plenty of water.  Joy!

I began my hike at the base of Chatauqua — headed up Mesa Trail — and then over to Gregory Canyon.  Chatauqua is usually well populated.  Today, however, the hikers were few and far between.  In fact, I passed no one on the Mesa Trail heading to Gregory Canyon.

It sure was beautiful!

It sure was beautiful!

The foot bridge connecting the trail to Gregory Canyon’s parking lot had been washed away in the flood, but someone had placed a few stones around so you could cross the stream.

I wanted to see the flood devastation of the road.  It was pretty bad.  I think they plan to have the road repaired by year-end 2014.  I will be surprised if that happens.

Even a 4WD couldn't get down this road.

Even a 4WD couldn’t get down this road.

I turned around and headed to the Gregory Canyon trailhead.  There in the parking lot was a STEAMING pile of bear scat.  STEAMING!

Pile appears smaller than actual size!

Pile appears smaller than actual size!


A few steps further — a FRESH pile of bear scat.

Again, pile appears smaller than actual size!

Again, pile appears smaller than actual size!

Double Ummmm

The Gregory Canyon trail is very narrow with HIGH shrubs on each side — a perfect place for bears to hide.

Now what?!?!?

I went back across the stream and decided to head up the Amphitheater trail to Green Mountain.  About a quarter mile in — another “deposit” of FRESH and STEAMING bear scat.

Notice the pee is still wet!

Notice the pee is still wet!

OK — that’s it!  Three poops and I’m OUT!  I concluded that I was literally a walking vending machine with my egg salad sandwich, granola, grapes and chocolates!  I was a bear’s dream!

"Dibs on the sandwich!"

“Dibs on the sandwich!”

I reluctantly headed back to Chatauqua — disappointed that I didn’t make it to Green Mountain.


I was almost to Chatauqua when I encountered my first hiker — a young, spunky gal from Philly.  She wanted to know if she was on the correct trail to Green Mountain.  “Sure,” I said, “but there’s a lot of bear scat over there — you might want to turn around.”

Her eyes lit up!  Bears?!?!?  You have BEARS here?  That’s awesome!!!  I would LOVE to see a bear!”

(Um — I like this spunky gal from Philly!)

“Yep,” I said, “but I’d rather run into a bear than a mountain lion!”

“You have mountain lions here?!?!?  Bears AND mountain lions?  This is like a Colorado Safari!!!”

(Yeah — I like this spunky gal from Philly!)

Nothing I said was going to stop her.  She invited me to join her to Green Mountain!  It was tempting, but I was so close to Chatauqua, and didn’t feel like adding the extra miles to my hike.  (Yeah — I was chicken!)

I really liked this spunky gal from Philly!  In fact, I thought she would be a good match for my son.  Well — except for two things:  (1) Long distance relationships are hard; and, (2) she was about to be eaten by a bear!


You go spunky gal from Philly!

I hiked around the 1st and 2nd flatirons of Chatauqua for awhile.  Ellen and I found a perfect lunch spot and shared chocolates …..


….. and ended our hike sans reaching Green Mountain.

I guess the spunky gal from Philly made it, because I didn’t hear about her in the ten o’clock news.  What I did hear on the ten o’clock news, however, was that at the same time I was hiking around the 1st and 2nd flatirons, there was a naked guy (high on ‘shrooms) hiking the same trail.


How about THAT spunky gal from Philly!  We’ve got bears, mountain lions, and stupid naked guys!

Welcome to Colorado!



….. I actually made it to Blue Lake.  On July 18th I almost made it with The Boys (Jazzy and Prince), but we fell about a mile short.

We took it in stride!

We took it in stride!

On October 3rd Wandering Ju and I left Broomfield to hike the short trail (2.5 miles one way) to Blue Lake.  It was a beautiful day!

Blue Lake

Blue Lake

There were no cars in the parking lot, so for the first time in years, we were actually able to park at the Mitchell Lake trailhead.  Oh — it’s a glorious day!

We soon discovered why there were no cars in the parking lot.


The trail was 98.6% ice and snow.  We passed a few hikers that warned us there was quite a bit of snow approaching Blue Lake.  They warned us to be careful because the deep snow could easily lead us off trail.  They warned us that the trail was very icy.  But what the heck!  — we had our poles, gloves, warm jackets, and plenty of chocolate.  Blue Lake here we come!!!


It did feel more like we were ice skating to Blue Lake, than hiking to Blue Lake.  We both left our Yaktrax at home, but I was so excited to make it to Blue Lake — I didn’t care!

We hiked through dense forest; past Mitchell Lake; and onward until we had to cross a long, icy L-shaped log bridge to cross a wide stream.





Piece of cake!

Piece of cake!

Because of so much ice and snow, we accidentally veered onto the “wrong” trail, but circled back, and continued on the “right” trail.  Oh yes! — a glorious day!

After what seemed an eternity, I did it!  I finally made it to ………………………….



Hey! — this is a Fairy Tale.  Remember?

Fairy Tales aren’t true.

According to Wiki:  “A Fairy Tale is a made-up story usually designed to mislead.  A fabricated story — especially one intended to deceive.  For example:  Everything he told us about his happy marriage was just a Fairy Tale.”

Okay — I didn’t make it to Blue Lake.  Again!  But one day I will!  One day it won’t be a Fairy Tale blog entry to Blue Lake!  It will be a real life blog entry to Blue Lake!



Map Master and I had so much fun the week before (racing to Mills Lake), we decided to hike Rocky Mountain National Park again.

On Friday, September 26th we headed up the trail to Fern Lake.  Just one week later, the aspens were still an incredible golden color.



The Big Thompson River was roaring.


At the trail split, we met up with some campers who told us that, although Fern Lake is beautiful, we would not see aspen trees along the trail.  They suggested, instead, that we hike the trail to Cub Lake.  Initially, the trail to Cub Lake was steep and muddy, but leveled out through some aspen groves.

Cub Lake is surrounded by thick timber and backs up to Stones Peak.  The surface of the lake was clear and ringed with yellow pond lily.


Yellow pond lily floating in the shape of a LARGE Donut!  “Map Master — are you hungry?”



Beyond Cub Lake, we hiked through an extensive forest of pine, spruce, aspens and ferns.  About a half mile from the Cub Lake trailhead we arrived at Moraine Park — a vast meadow where large elk herds congregate for their annual rut (a spectacular ritual where dominant bulls battle for mating rights).  We were not disappointed.  We counted 16 elk in all — one bull (a stag), six cows (hinds), and nine calves.




And then — the bull turned to the open space in the meadow (where another bull was trying to invade the herd) …..


….. and he bugled.  I had never heard an elk bugle “in person.”  It was LOUD and beautiful!!!

Side Note:  You may or may not remember that in March of 2013, Map Master and I happened upon a herd with about 20 elk and we tried to join their herd.  As we got closer — they backed away.  We saw the bull, and had we continued forward, I’m sure he would have bugled us back.

We watched the herd for awhile (more bugling from the bull) before heading back down the trail.

Wow!  That was extraordinary!

We only managed 6.25 miles that day, but it was still a good workout.  So — um — did someone say Donuts?!?!?



(Read this blog in less than two minutes.  In other words — read it FAST!  Because that’s how our hike was on Friday, September 19th.)

Beep Beep

Beep Beep

Map Master and I headed to Rocky Mountain National Park to view the colors.

We had to be back in Broomfield by 3:00 p.m.

With construction and everyone else driving to RMNP to view the colors, it was a two hour drive each way.

It’s a race for time.

But we’re determined!

We arrive at RMNP only to be told that all parking lots are full, and we need to take the shuttle bus to our trailhead — adding another 30 minutes to our round trip commute.

It’s 10:45 a.m. when we finally hit the trail to Mills Lake.  We calculate that we have exactly three hours to hike six miles and stop for lunch.

Beep Beep

Beep Beep

In .85 miles, we arrive at Alberta Falls.  That first mile was crowded.  People were all over the place taking pictures.  It was like Flatirons Mall on Christmas Eve.

Alberta Falls and Map Master

Alberta Falls and Map Master

Glacier Gorge

Glacier Gorge


But enough!  Onward!

The trail led us through spruce, fir, golden aspen trees and then onto enormous slabs of granite.







We were running out of time, but Mills Lake was calling!

Beep Beep

Beep Beep

Finally! — there it is!



After a quick lunch, it was time to return.

There’s always time for a pic, however.



The last one mile was still crowded with picture-takers, but Map Master blazed through them!


As we emerged from the trail — there was the shuttle bus.


Beep Beep

Beep Beep


As the doors closed and the bus was pulling away, we caught the bus driver’s attention and he stopped and let us in (saving us a 15 minute wait for the next bus).

But not for another 15 minutes!

But not for another 15 minutes!

Back in the car — if we hurried — we’d arrive in Broomfield on time!

Bear Scout:  “Why is everyone driving so slow?”
Map Master:  “You know Bear Scout, some people are here to actually ooh and ahh at the magnificent fall colors.”
Bear Scout:  “Well — that’s fine — but — Beep Beep!”

"What she said!"

“What she said!”


A couple years ago, we hiked the trail to Finch Lake, only to fall short by a couple miles due to weather — or maybe one of us had to get back for a “function” — or who knows.

On Friday, August 29th, Map Master and I were determined to make it to the lake.  As it turns out — we needed that determination!

The day started out beautiful and sunny.


Several trails converge about 1.8 miles from the trailhead.

Only 32 more miles.

Only 3.2 more miles.

"We've got this Bear Scout!"

“We’ve got this Bear Scout!”

The grade increased as the trail entered the area devastated by a forest fire in 1978.  (I believe this is where we turned around a couple years ago.)  Because of the bare, charred trees, we had beautiful views of the mountainside.

The sun was shinning as we crossed several foot bridges and continued on the trail.



And quite suddenly – there it was!  Finch Lake.



Woo hoo!  We made it this time!  A leisurely stroll around the lake found us the perfect rock to enjoy our lunch.  Even a couple ducks floated by to show off their bug-diving lake skills.  They were quite entertaining.



Hey — what’s that in the water?  That’s a funny lookin’ duck!  Why — it’s Map Master’s rain coat!

Kinda cool that it floats!

Kinda cool that it floats!

Got it!

Got it!

We were facing southeast as we dined on lunch.  Had we been facing northwest, we would have been able to see the dark rain clouds rolling in.

We quickly downed our chocolates (nothing gets in the way of that!), shook out Map Master’s rain coat, and quickly headed 4 miles down the trail.

The skies were getting darker and darker.


We were just one mile from the trailhead when it began raining.  It wasn’t raining hard.  Map Master and I found it quite invigorating actually.

We heard cracks of thunder (“Um — let’s pick up the pace”), and flashes of lightning (“Let’s pick up the pace a bit more please”).

And then the most Bizarro (one of Map Master’s favorite words) thing happened.  There was a crack of thunder and flash of lightning at the same time!

It looked something like this!

It looked something like this!

Map Master knew exactly what this meant.  I did not.  It was kind of surreal actually.

The dialogue went something like this:

MM:  “Bear Scout!  That was REALLY close!”
BS:  “Yeah?”
MM:  “YES!  Didn’t you notice there was NO time between the clap of thunder and the bright flash of lightning?”
BS:  “I did see the flash, but gosh — isn’t this invigorating?  And the flash was so beautiful!”
MM (sigh):  “We need to get out of here.”

To learn more, I Googled this when I got home.  Google (who knows EVERYTHING) says, “If you see lightning and hear thunder at the same time, that lightning is very close.  You are probably in line with the storm, and it may be moving toward you.”  It went on to say quite a bit more using words like “particularly dangerous,” “potential killer,” “striking as far as 5 or 10 miles from the storm,” etc.

I’m really glad I didn’t know that at the time.

We made it back to the trailhead in record time — albeit a bit wet — proud that our determination got us to Finch Lake.  After all — what’s a little bit of rain anyway …..



Wandering Ju and Map Master were both at Martha’s Vineyard volunteering at Camp Jabberwocky, so I called “The Boys” (Jazzy and The Prince) for a hike to Betasso Preserve.  The forecast for Friday, August 22nd was 70% chance of rain.  That didn’t even faze Jazzy or Prince.  There were “in” for the soggy adventure.

Better look out!

Better look out!

What will Boys do (besides hike in thunderstorms)?

Boys cross bridges.  Well — OK — what’s so special about that really?!?!?

"Easy Peasy Bear Scout"

“Easy Peasy Bear Scout”

Boys cross creeks.  Again — what’s so special?!?!?


I showed The Boys my favorite crash site on Four Mile Trail.


Boys CLIMB to the top of the bottom of the car (carefully avoiding POISON IVY) to see what make and model it is.  (Yeah — I wouldn’t do THAT!)

"I think it's a Hudson," says Jazzy

“I think it’s a Hudson,” says Jazzy

Seriously?!?!?  How the heck do you know that?

Guess you have to be a Boy

Guess you have to be a Boy

Boys like moss.


When Boys stop for lunch, they can find a Barcalounger in the rocks!


"Wake me when we're done hiking."

“Wake me when we’re done hiking.”

Boys will take 20 pictures of you “touching” Green Mountain until they get that perfect shot.  (Thanks Jazzy!)


"Ta Da.  We did it!"

“Ta Da. We did it!”

Boys attract wildlife.


And when you’re with The Boys — that 70% chance of rain is reduced to zero.  It just started sprinkling when we left Betasso.

Now THAT’S a good “Boy” trick!!!


Beaver Brook is a trail I’ve had on my “hiking bucket list” for about a year.  Map Master and I finally got there on Friday, August 8th.  From the description — it sounded delightful!

“A nice hike in the trees high above Clear Creek and Clear Creek Canyon.  The Beaver Brook Trail travels like a roller coaster through a variety of ecosystems and interesting rocky sections.”

I think I stopped reading at “roller coaster” and should have read through “interesting rocky sections.

I also missed a couple other “key” descriptions such as:

“Cluster of boulders on the trail …”
“A series of rocky sections …”
“Scramble through the boulders …”
“Cut across a slide area …”

Well — so much for Speed Reading!!!!

The earliest known inhabitants of Lookout Mountain were the Ute tribe of American Indians.  They used the mountain as a lookout point upon the surrounding region.  Thus, it’s name — Lookout Mountain.

Here is my theory as to why it is called Lookout Mountain.

The views were breathtaking!



But Lookout for those boulder fields!

Lookout Bear Scout!

Lookout Bear Scout!

Lookout Map Master

Lookout Map Master

Map Master takes a break after Looking Out for all those boulders!


Lookout Bear Scout — there are loose rocks above!


We scrambled back over those boulder fields (Lookout!!) and hiked to the William “Buffalo Bill” Cody museum and gravesite where over 400,000 visitors a year visit the gift shop, food stands, picnic areas and (of course) Bill’s grave.  Map Master and I (sweaty and looking like we’d been lost for about 3 days) approached the museum (where clean, shorts-clad tourists emerged from their tour buses).

Tourists scattered as we made our way past the museum towards Bill’s grave.

Map Master photo bombs to the left .....

Map Master photo bombs to the left …..

..... and to the right!  You gotta Lookout for her!

….. and to the right! You gotta Lookout for her!

Buffalo Bill died in 1917 while visiting his sister’s home in Denver. “Lookout Bill — she’s not a very good cook!”  (I made that up — he died of kidney failure!)

Anyway — Lookout Mountain might have gotten its’ name because it was the Ute Indian’s lookout point, but I personally believe it was named Lookout Mountain because you really had to Lookout for all those boulders!

That’s my story — and I’m stickin’ to it!

"Oh No -- LOOKOUT!!!"

“Oh No — LOOKOUT!!!”


It was that time again — time to wrangle up “The Boys” for a hike.  It had been a year since we last hiked together.  I enticed them with turkey sandwiches, veggies and dip, chips, grapes, and chocolate brownie bites.  The only “Boy” that didn’t bite (get it?) was Leonard.  I think he just knows me too well!

“The Boys” (Tim McGinty and Mike Holstead) do not have monikers.  We just call them — “The Boys!”  Today, that would change.  We had Tim’s moniker identified before he hit the trail.  Jazzy.  Not because he’s a snappy dresser or anything — but because he is a true lover of all jazz music!

We began our hike about one mile from the Mitchell Lake parking area in Indian Peaks Wilderness.  The relatively easy trail took us through a subalpine forest and past many small ponds.

Bear Scout and Mike

Bear Scout and Mike

I was even able to do a bit of rock climbing (for which I’m famous!).


Jazzy poses next to Mitchell Creek.


Jazzy and Mike pose at Mitchell Creek.


To cross the raging Creek, you had to maneuver over a rotting, dilapidated L-shaped foot bridge.

Jazzy, Mike and Bear Scout  ---  ONE Raging Mitchell Creek      --- ZERO

Jazzy, Mike and Bear Scout — THREE
Raging Mitchell Creek — ZERO

The trail took us through the wilderness boundary to Mitchell Lake (about 10,700 feet).  It was quite muddy (which I understand is pretty much year-round), and quite rocky.

Bear Scout is King of the Rocks!

Bear Scout is King of the Rocks!

We realized time was getting away from us (gosh — where did it go?), and had to stop about a half mile from Blue Lake.  Before heading back — it was time for that enticing lunch.

Jazzy looks Happy!

Jazzy looks Happy!

Jazzy took (what I believe to be) the BEST spontaneous selfie!


As we neared the trailhead, Mike received his moniker.  The Prince.

“The Prince?”  Is he Royalty?” you ask.

The Prince sent Jazzy and I ahead on the trail, so the car would be ready when The Prince arrived at the trailhead.  Yes – The Prince was dubbed!

So Jazzy and I headed to the car.

“Hey Jazzy!  I think I see something!”


“No — maybe not!”

“Well — actually — I think I do see something.”



Moooooooooooose!!!!!!! ……………………………..



One Week Later ……………………

Map Master wanted to see moose, so the following Friday (July 25th), we went back to Indian Peaks Wilderness and hiked Buchanan Pass trail.  We were hopeful!  (Others might have another name for us!)

We crossed another raging creek (Middle St. Vrain Creek).

This time on a real bridge.

This time on a real bridge.


Further up the trail.


The flowers were beautiful.


A lone columbine!

A lone columbine!

We had given up hope of a moose sighting when several groups of hikers coming down the trail said they saw a cow and two calves near Coney Flats.

Oh yippee!

We continued past Timberline Falls, and entered the marshy expanse of Coney Flats.

Doesn't it look like there should be a moose right around the corner?

Doesn’t it look like there should be a moose right around the corner?

We continued a bit further and still — no moose.  But look at this view!

Sawtooth Mountain (12,305 feet)

Sawtooth Mountain (12,305 feet)

We stopped for lunch and chocolates — yadda yadda — then headed down the trail.

THEN — just to the left of the trail — FRESH MOOSE SCAT!!  We missed them by about ten minutes (according to my expert moose scat training).  I was sad I couldn’t show Map Master a moose — this was the best I could do!

"Should we follow the scat trail Map Master?"

“Should we follow the scat trail Map Master?”

But Wait!

I Googled Moose Poop (to make certain that was what we found), and you know what pooped — I mean popped — up?!?!?  During their long winters, people in Maine make Moose Poop Jewelry!!!  It is (and I quote), “….. fully dried, does not smell, and is coated with polyurethane to be safe.”  Seriously?!?!?  If I’m bored this winter and I make Moose Poop Jewelry, will my faithful blog followers order a necklace?  Or perhaps a pair of earrings?  Place your orders now!




My Hiking Hero is Bette Erickson from right here in Broomfield, Colorado.  Bette is the author of Best Boulder Region Hiking Trails (my hiking bible), and about 600 other great hiking books.  (Well — that’s maybe a slight exaggeration!)

Bette also writes a weekly article for our Broomfield Enterprise newspaper.  Each week she gives you a glimpse into the details of a hiking trail.  My perception of Bette is that she glides up even the most difficult trails because — gosh — isn’t that what your hero does?!?!?

So imagine my surprise when I read last week’s Enterprise article where Bette’s first paragraph started with “Age is a sneaky thief.”  She wrote that it stiffens your knees, slows your metabolism, causes mysterious aches, and (gasp) muddies your mind!

Well — how ironic!  Read on ……….

Friday, June 27th, Map Master, Wandering Ju and I discovered the beautiful Lost Creek Wilderness area.  There are over 121,000 acres of box canyons, crooked creeks, twisty trails, rock towers, arches, and 150 peaks (no fourteeners, however).  Lost Creek Wilderness often has a quicker thaw, which means the trails open earlier, and the flowers appear earlier.

For our June 27th hike, we chose the closest trailhead to Broomfield (just outside of Bailey) which provided access into the northeast portion of Lost Creek Wilderness.



The trail climbs gradually through ponderosa and pine forests and then descends into open meadows along Craig Creek.

Happy Hikers!

Happy Hikers!

History Lesson:  Payne Creek is named for Jim Payne.  In the late 1800’s and early 1900’s Payne and others logged all the way up the valley to the divide between Payne Creek and Craig Creek.

An Interesting Fact:  The Colorado Trail crosses eight mountain ranges, seven national forests, five river systems, and six wilderness areas — one of which is Lost Creek Wilderness!  Most of The Colorado Trail is above 10,000 feet and it can take six to eight weeks to hike the entire trail.

We reached the intersection of Payne Gulch trail and Brookside trail.  There was some slight confusion (muddy-ing of the mind perhaps?) between me and Map Master, but we stayed on the Payne Gulch trail.


We continued on Payne Gulch trail, hoping to intersect The Colorado Trail, but today — it was just a little too far.  We stopped near Payne Creek for lunch.  The pictures below do not do justice.  We had to cross some pretty old, slippery, rotting logs to reach the other side of the creek — where I was convinced we would have a much more pleasant place to lunch.




We all made it.

"You know Bear Scout -- it's the same on this side of the creek -- we really didn't have to cross those logs!"

“You know Bear Scout — it’s the same on this side of the creek — we really didn’t have to cross those logs!”

After lunch (and chocolates), we crossed those old, slippery, rotting logs again.

"Sorry M.O.M.s"

“Sorry M.O.M.s”

"I think it's easier the second time!"

“I think it’s easier the second time!”

As we headed back to the car we talked about all our ailments — Wandering Ju mentioned her hurting feet and heels; Map Master mentioned that sometimes her hips hurt the next day; and I am perfect!  No — just kidding!  I mentioned that sometimes my lower back hurts.  There were comments made about getting older, and about mysterious stiffness in our joints, knees, etc.

“No!” I said, “We are not going to succumb to that “old age” thing.  And that’s when Map Master said it!  So — Bette — age is not a sneaky thief.  To quote Map Master ……….

“It’s just hard to be an athlete!!”

Amen Sister!

The M.O.M. Athletes!!!!!

The M.O.M. Athletes!!!!!