monsoon thunder rolls (5)
in waves more vast than heaven (7)
rainfall is God’s sweat (5)
Ride Stats:
date: this morning, July 3rd, 2011 with my chi-ldhood best friend; Greg.
type of purification: mountain biking
effort: 36 miles, 4,600′ of climbing, all on double & singletrack from elevation ranging from 8,000′ to 11,750′ with a technical grading of 4+ bike skills and significant will power
FREEDOM – I am ashamed to say, is something I have not thought about for much of my 35 years in this body. Born a white American woman to a solid and nurturing family, I have never had to or chosen to fight for the liberty I so thoroughly enjoy.
hero shot holding my beautiful framed original picture and killer schwag from winning the Overall MTB title at this morning’s Run, Rock & Roll near Monte Vista…
Mine were eyes, heart, and spirit too feeble to keep track of the astral magnetism of this river/mountain hamlet of priceless high-altitude prana today. For, within these ‘everyday moments’ which i forced myself out of the Awakened M(om)ent to attempt to capture periodically for you, was a mystical Breath inside a breath, as if each moment lived was a fractured cosmic code embedded upon soul wings on the verge of cracking due to abundance of a magnitude unspeakable…
Why come out to Durango this summer for even a half-day training camp with me…? Well…this killer 5-minute video might spark some sprinkle into your spokes! All ages, all abilities; custom designed Durango sweat for you by ilg…enjoy and hope to see you out here this summer!
located a glorious 7 miles and a thousand-plus feet higher than my riverfront home lies a special – if not hallowed – yes, c(om)e to TAF it…it IS hallowed – training ground…i’ve known it since a kid borrowing Lorie Worthan’s automatic clutch, 3-speed Honda trail bike, upon which i swear to Lord Shiva, i’d take up to these trails among the wild Turkey, Coyote, Fox, Deer, Elk, and Bear Beings and strip my ass butt naked, and motor around on these trails fast as i could…pressing my little scrotum against the wide, sweaty vinyl seat seeking new dizzying heights of pre-orgasmic bliss…flash forward to me today, 40-odd years later; same trails, same nearly orgasmic sensations…the only difference? i ain’t naked (though i’d like to be), and i’m either running or mountain biking…or, like earlier today? i’m doing both…c’mon; welcome to The Logchute Trail System!