Friday: Elden ride (last of the season)
2 hours, 1.5k, awesome temps and crispy snow
Saturday: Thunder Mtn (last of the season) and The Loop
6 hours, 4.5k, two of the best trails of earth
-gotta watch hydration in the cold (duh)
Sunday: Kaibab snow and coffee with good people
45 minutes horsing around on snowy fire roads on the Kiabab (couldn’t resist)
Sipping coffee and chatting in my favorite coffeehouse of earth, watching snow fall over my favorite place
-gotta work a bit on that whole carpe diem/stay in the present/zen thing (or perhaps the Wabisabi of all that is in fact never being totally content in the present)
The race (ride) is indeed a metaphor for (your) life, Adam.
Is it a complement or condemnation of our culture/ourselves that so many spend so much on so little? That a millenia ago was so useless as to be inconcievable?
The excuse that riding bikes is a more healthful diversion than playstation, and therefore “better”, is solipsistic to a large degree. Why do I care about being vigorous in two decades? So I can keep riding, of course. Hypothetically, I’d like to be not diabetic and toothless for my (hypothetical) children. I’m still a teen in that the hypothetical doesn’t mean too much in the nitty gritty.
[Tiny snow is falling on the porch.]
And I am consoling myself with the Socratic excercise of drawing lines around my weaknesses. I have to be patient here, too.
[More, more snow.]