Not too much to say recently, just more of the same old same old. Lots of good rides along the way. Autumn has come to Pisgah and what I consider the start of the big riding season has begun. Laurel to Big Creek solo in the dark last night was way too much fun but somehow still leaves me feeling a little empty inside.
Sometimes I wonder where I'm going and what I'm going for. I still very much have Trans Georgia on my mind. Lots of unfinished business there. Tray Mountain still haunts my dreams and makes my nightmares. Often I find myself wishing I was drinking in a bar in Helen, a hundred miles into some 'race', with 250 more miles still to go and all night left to ride. Or walk. Is that what it takes to feel alive? Being beyond exhausted and walking up yet another mountain, wondering where and when I'll finally collapse and call it a night? Do you think about these things? The why and the what for? Is there something wrong with me? Am I talking to myself again?
I don't know what I'm going for, but I'm going to go for it, for sure.
Hit me on the head! Here are some pictures, I know that is all you came here for anyway:
Caution: Do not stop on tracks!
At least someone likes to play:
Somewhere along the way:
Broussard on Avery:
Do I win? I think I win!
Oh, wait, maybe I don't win. It looks like my one sock is all wrong!