Friday, December 26, 2014
Further attempts to catch up with our year, as the door comes swinging rapidly closed.
We spent much of our summer seeking singletrack. For us, summer riding usually meant late afternoons, the heat of the day beginning to break, fading toward night on the rough local desert trails. Or excursions into the nearby mountains, where we sought the green rush of smooth alpine trails hidden in secret valleys.
Satisfaction came from exploring new trails, or from trying to see familiar trails with fresh eyes. And from chance encounters with wild plants and wilder creatures. But also from the near quiet, from motion powered by muscle and sweat, from rolling over the broken texture of an ever-changing planet.
When we look back at these photos, we re-experience some of that satisfaction. And we hope that those who know, too, will understand.