The Mountain Bike Life

I am hemorrhaging Summer. It is spilling onto the linoleum of time. I am dizzy. Woozy even. Last winter, Summer was an abstract concept. It slowly stretched before me and faded into the vast continuum of all Future. My plans for Summer were primordial. Ill formed without regard for timing or work or family or a single shred of reality they danced before my mind in a silly, childlike, muppet way in a magical land where the sun was locked in a soft evening sky, the singletrack was an infinite treadmill of hero dirt. I am never late in this mythical paradise and there is a beer commercial waiting for me at the bottom. Like so many dreamers I have…

Back on the bike this week after 4 weeks of P.T. {physical therapy} AND a big move back to him ownership. Oh, typo there; or was that a Freudian slip? I had HOME ownership on my mind but, there’s some truth therein in him ownership. (smiling.) Al and I are engaged and planning on a wedding later this year. Hurray! The past six months of selling the old home and buying a new home was so much more effort than we planned, our mountain biking took second fiddle to the mayhem of US. That is the sad part of our big shift. The rest is all good, better than good. It’s the BEST! Once again I’m just a roll out…

Part of what makes riding a bike so special is the ability to explore. You can ride the same roads and trails every day, or you could add a little variety. Familiarity becomes monotonous and the urge to explore is present. Exploring and going on adventures is one of my favorite things about riding. It really is cool to experience a new area for the first time and not know what is coming around the next corner. By this point, I believe that I have ridden almost every trail in my hometown. Luckily we have a great variety of trails to ride here, and it definitely is hard to get bored. That being said, I am excited to branch out…

He thought, without a doubt, in the old days he would’ve driven right by the brown wooden sign half-hidden by weeds that marked the Dorman Woods State Park’s entrance. But for the help of the Galactic Phone, as he called it, he would’ve sped by, for although on the trails his mind falls into comedy stand-up mode, in the car he becomes an oldies crooner. Del Shannon, The Temptations, The Ravens, The Big Bopper, nobody was safe. He was on “Blue Moon” when the phone got his attention. There were two cars already in the lot, an old Ford F-150 with rust holes in the doors and a Fender Guitar sticker on the dented bumper, and a faded brown Isuzu…

Driving through Vantage, Washington doesn’t inspire visions of biking adventures. Interstate 90 slams straight though this shrub infested wasteland, full of wind turbines and cow patties. The Columbia River offers only a momentary break from the monotony of brown, mostly treeless views. Petrified wood and the basalt columns of Frenchman Coulee make up the only claim to fame for this tiny town. But this place has a lot more to it than what is framed in a speeding car window. So when a friend invited us on a “bad ass” bike packing trip in a “remote and strikingly beautiful” area just outside of Vantage, we signed up. The plan was to do a 4 day/3 night point-to-point ride through the…

Since my neck has continued being a pain for the last few years, (compressed vertebrae), I’m riding less rough terrain and shying away from those fun tough rides that cause me trouble between my shoulder blades. More than loosening my grip and staying cool, I’ve had to enter physical rehab this past month to retrain weakened muscles and find proper healing working with a Physical Therapist before I can comfortably find my way back to REAL mountain biker, if ever……. So for now I’m riding super easy trails and seeing my P.T. 2x a week working out neglected muscles. It got me thinking……WWHD? What would Hans do? Since I follow Hans on FB, live in the same town he does…

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