Descending those few miles of flowy, fast, and periodically steep singletrack, I briefly lived the bliss of mountain biking.
6 min read
Jul
19
In Search of the Rocky Mountain High
Sailing between the pink and orange skies, we break for coffee, gas, and grass. I try to keep my eyes off the miles and minutes remaining. It’s easy to do once I reach Kansas; there’s only one way to go: straight.