Trying on a new town: Bozeman. Learning new trails with old friends. Trying out being 100% freelance.
This morning, spontaneous bike ride with my friend Heidi.
Which meant early dinner and time to work on the novel with a glass of Malbec this evening. I could get used to this schedule.
Weekend hunting widow: Saturday bike ride.
Ten years ago I spent what I thought was an obscene amount of money on this red steed. Oh the places we have gone, the joy, the blood, and the bruises. Priceless.
Friday night ride on hidden treasure.
May 11, 80 degrees. Mountain bike. Hike. Skin. Ski. An excellent way to tucker out a border collie.
Friday ride. Three larches. Smooth.
Spring riding, spring babies.