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What do you get when you add my kids, camping, a porta potty, 3500 nutty mountain bikers and 4 hours of rain?

You get PedrosFest. A rollicking good time of mountain bikes, old friends, family fun and mud.

Melissa stayed home (smart girl, that one) and worked while we went into the unknown. Luckily, we were in the VIP compound (that is how I roll) so it was pretty nice. The kids had a great time riding, watching crazy people, climbing the rock wall, and just zooming around on all things bike.

No one got hurt, I didn't lose the kids (permanently) and we smelled really bad. If anyone has any suggestion how to get the "smell" out of our Element, please let me know. BTW, if you are looking for a good car in mud, the element was fantastic. Sure we brought home a few pounds of mud and grass that decided to hang out on the sides, back, undercarriage that wont come off...but it sure was fun.

Reagan did an amazing job riding her 20" bike on her own on the single track (tight trail) and muscling up the hills. She blew my mind when she asked to go on the BMX track. Some of the things she rode over would have made me nervous, but she powered right through them.

Ian was on the trail-a-bike which really isn't made for off road. It is a one wheeled seat that attaches to my seat post and he is towed behind. If his legs were longer he could pedal it and help out...someday. He loved it. He wanted more: more bumps, more speed, more jumps... he is nuts.

They had fun things for the kids like a parade to keep them happy. Good stuff all around.

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