There are people for whom urban reality would be a suffocating existance. I am one of them.

Twenty something years ago I packed the bags and simply skied away from life as i assumed it would play out. Slow rides in VW bus's, on long trips to far away mountains took the place of hectic early morning train rides to an office in a city. The next winter storm and snow levels and probability of precipitation mattered more than the dow jones or the latest interest rates.

Aproxximately 2700 days in ski boots and 5000 bike rides later I share my journey as i live my dream...in pursuit of endless singletrack or first chair on a blustery day.

Yesterdays, ride # 5001, was only a few hours long but it was any bit as good as the first. As the calender changed to October so too did our weather and trails at 7800 feet were tinged with bright autumn yellows and reds. Climbing Polique Canyon brought sweat to the brough but fast descending towards LittleBear Springs was chilly. Stu was in town with friends from road and track so the pace was easy. Those guys with quads the size of gorillas who only go left on banked surfaces struggled some, but kept the complaining to a minimum.