Joined by my brother-in-law, today I completed my first proper bike race in years today. Rebecca’s Private Idaho is one of the most popular gravel rides in he country, and despite the dust and dirt, I had loads of fun riding the 58 mile course.
Desperately seeking escape from the Chicago concrete jungle, a few weeks ago my buddy John inquired about flying out to Idaho for a visit.
As one of my long-time besties, bro-code protocol mandates I do all I can to show him a good time. Motivated to ensure his visit would be a good one, I immediately began planning a multi-day backcountry camping trip deep into the Sawtooth Wilderness Area.
It is humbling being deep in nature’s territory. The mountains are magnificent; they are bold and reign supreme. Wandering the trails, John and I felt small and insignificant.
Beautiful as any image may be, pictures simply do not fully capture the beauty of these remote areas.
I awoke this morning to a flood of messages; so many people reaching out in support of Lilly, Kelly, and me. Honestly, I was overwhelmed, and I cannot thank this community enough.
Still not feeling myself and looking for any excuse to avoid the morning, I did what I always do when I need to clear my head. I rode my bike.
With no real route in mind, I simply pedaled. Soon enough I was out of town – past as few secret fly-fishing holes, beyond the remnants of the winter avalanche fields, then into the backcountry towards the pass looming ahead.
40 miles of pedals doing what they do – powering the hum of tires whizzing atop gravel. The process is always a calming one for me. Of course, this scenery helps.