I'm dreaming of simple days, living out of a backpack for a month, roaming the mountains with my nomadic tribe. And personal trips, solo or with a close friend or two, where we lighten the load and explore the next ridgeline, the next valley – places of magic. And one day of skiing each month, for the novelty of it, and for the experiences it brings. And then, riding my bike again, exploring the new paths that the elves have carved, and helping enhance that new system. And finally, repaying a debt from years ago, pacing my friend King Nimby through the realm of the Vapor Trail 125, completing the circle.
It's mid-winter, but summer dreams are brewing.