One foot on the ground, and the other, somewhere else.
When last we were together, there was mountain biking, and head-dunking, and general bouts of happiness galore.
Now, in the throes of my journey to find myself, I also was summoned to the small town of Peterburgh, Ontario for a Shimano Gravel Alliance function, as well as to install the brand spanking new GRX group (at least on the bikes of those of us who weren’t badass enough to bang out this year’s Dirty Kanza superhuman endurance bikecycle race.)
So what follows are days twenty-seven, to thirty-four, in some particular order;
Having just made my return from Canadia, for the time being I’m still on the front range, but will be pulling up stakes soon, and making my way to the midwest’s loving arms. Learning and loving both myself and others has been the key these days, and though I’ve had a couple of stumbles, I think my directive is mostly on track.
What, when and why, only the other firmly planted foot knows for sure.
OK Stevil, you are on a journey we are all wishing we could do. I like the pics but what are you experiencing and finding out on your journey. This is no simple road trip, i know this is more than that for you. Share. if you are still “on the front range” let me know and ill buy you a PBR or seven
Fear and Loathing
Beer and loafing…
You still in ontario? I’ve got some great Toronto area singletrack for ya eh.
Thank you, Stevil! You found my bra!!!
I must have lost it changing clothes for that shinny on the lake a few years back. I see you found our puck, too!
I know you always do, but enjoy the ride! As long as you’re there, we’re right there with you.