A Good One

BANG! BANG! BANG BANG BANG! On Friday night I laid in bed way up in the loft of our lake house and listened to the acorns fall from the trees, crack against the roof just a few feet above me then crunch into the leaves below me. Over and over. So I closed my eyes …

Escape Route

I had to Google my own blog to find out where I left off. August 6, 2018. It's been awhile. So here we are with a biking and living update slash story for the three people that read this thing. Big shouts to you, three people. You’re some of my favorite three people. Those updates …

Feeling Like A Kid Again

I came to Colorado a road rider. A pavement junkie. Rim brakes and all carbon everything. Florida isn't exactly a mountain biking or off-road riding mecca. The few trails I explored were by foot and mostly in my D2 collegiate running days. They were fairly short, very sandy, completely flat, and crowded with runners. Mountain bikers …