And as we wind on down the road

"When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving"

I head east in search of Zen,
Viva la carretera de grava.

Seeking Solace

The urge to ride has yet again been stoked by the beginning of the nine months of learning. The chill is creeping back as summer nears its end.

Gravel

Pulling Thru

The legs have been heavy after a stint in the thick air of Iowa, so I have been sticking the nose into the wind every chance I get. It may be painful, it may not feel right, but it what needs to get done. Lotoja looms in a month and maybe some more thick air and gravel prior.

The routine will come soon enough. 'Cross will be upon us soon.


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Brooks in Iowa

A little Altitude

Spent some time in the thin air hanging with friends.

A Colorado refuge