Bike. Run. Climb. Ski
A friend of mine – who happens to own a bike shop – once told me he doesn’t bother bringing his bike to Telluride because the riding just isn’t worth it. Last week, I headed to Telluride to prove him wrong, and in the process realized my definition of a stellar mountain bike trip is
I picked myself up quickly, pedaled hard for a few strokes to gain some speed, and promptly clipped a pedal on a rock and flew over my handlebars – over the exposed edge of the trail – into a thicket of willows. It was like landing on a mattress! I peered over the edge of the willows and said a little prayer to the Goddess of Mountain Biking – it was steep!
Public Writing for Professional Purposes
thoughts of a wandering woman
Attempting the extraordinary
interdisciplinary writing at the university for readers besides ourselves at Northern Arizona University, Flagstaff, Arizona
heather schramm-lifestyle photographer
Enemy of rock climbing, ice climber's bane, arch nemesis of the bomber climbing anchor.
Rides in heels, speeds down hills, splashes in puddles and stays out well past dark.
the only certainty is change
