Trail Hazing

“Why every time we go somewhere with Beautiful Beastie does it feel like we’re being hazed?” Rogue’s not wrong. We went to Rock Castle Gorge with her last weekend. Where she and Tiny Brazilian quickly took off. At their beast pace. While Rogue and I followed behind. At our normal human pace. Where we traversed … Continue reading Trail Hazing

Still Not a Real Mountain Biker

I’ve been told you’re not a real mountain biker. Until you wreck. And despite my desperate need to be included. My every instinct. When mountain biking. Or lifing. Is to not wreck. So, I spent Sunday running Hay Rock. I didn’t want to. I didn’t not want to. I’ve spent all of break with this … Continue reading Still Not a Real Mountain Biker