I like my little corner in the world.
Certainly it is not without its quirks and oddities. But I can’t complain. I live within a few miles of incredible singletrack, world class powder, and in a valley that still has quaint, quiet areas that remind me that life is better lived plainly, without the distractions of this or that.
Despite the cold today, my ride was refreshing. A casual tour of casual trails. The cold air permeated through my lungs, forcing me to feel alive, and alert. There was no need for the Garmin 705 on the handlebars. I knew it was time to go home when the sun had sunk below the distant western skyline. It didn’t matter how far I’d ridden or at what heart rate or cadence. It was just riding. Simple. Easy. Turning the pedals, whooping through turns, and admiring the mountains and meadows.
It’s a good place to live.
Indeed, where else can I ride Spring during the trenches of autumn?