Time to Make the Donuts
The shadows were growing longer. The dull ache in our legs had migrated to our backs, shoulders, and wrists. We were thirsty, and out of water. Far below, Highway 46 snaked into the distant horizon, and into Colorado, where it became Highway 90. We ate a modest dinner while we watched the sun splash warm light onto the warm rocks of Canyonlands. The Abajo mountains to the south were a deep blue. The peaks behind us caught the afternoon light eagerly.
Why are We Sitting on This Log?
George Mallory uttered the most famous words in mountaineering history 90 years ago. He was responding to a New York Times reporter who had asked him the simple, ultimate question, “Why do you want to climb Mount Everest?”
Limitless Optimism
Bike racing breeds optimism. Everyone who races vows to be better next time. And guess what, each of us will be better next time.
