It was during a trip to Colorado last August for a weekend of downhill biking that set off a chain reaction of decisions. These decisions ultimately lead to this trip, this blog, and everything to come.
Riding solo that weekend I ended up sharing a chair with another rider. We started off with the typical chair lift banter; where are you from? have you ever ridden here? He said he was from Washington State but had recently left his job and was making a cross country trip hitting bike parks along the way. And that was it, the push, the inspiration I needed, the rest is history.... Mike and I ended up riding the rest of the day together, sharing a couple parking lot beers and a few war stories. We still keep in touch and I'm sure we'll ride again.
During the next couple of years I made every effort to feed the desire for adrenalin and exploration. We continued to push the limits on the bike while ski trips were becoming increasingly focused on backcountry riding. Even with some great bike and ski trips, the time spent in the mountains was just not enough. I needed more than a long weekend of adventure.
Once the ink was down my dad and I were hitting the road back to the Midwest. We had a tight schedule which didn't allow for any stopping during the 28 hour drive. We drove in shifts and certainly put this machine though its paces. The first tire on the trailer(I bought a flatbed to pull the 4runner) blew out about 8 hours into the drive and of course the spare tire was flat. We eventually got that sorted out and back on the road after some tire slime and a late night trip to Wal-Mart. Somewhere in Oklahoma I again saw sparks spewing out the fender of that pos trailer. We pull over to investigate only to discover that the flat tire was caused by the spare tire breaking off the mount, then running it over. So we have now gone through three tires. We eventually made it to our destination even with the unwanted pit stops. I sold the trailer.