Gears, Lakes, and Creatine
A Perfectly Dysregulated Weekend
It has been a while since I sat down to write anything. I keep telling myself I should do it daily... journal, appreciate, communicate, because apparently that is the formula for a long and meaningful life. Whether it works or not remains unclear. What is clear is that I took creatine yesterday in an attempt to fight off a fatigue so deep and a brain fog so thick that even basic functioning feels like a negotiation. Overwhelmed is not quite the right word. Dysregulated is closer.
We came home from the bike park, and we cannot go back this weekend because Silver Mountain is hosting the Kings Enduro event, which is genuinely exciting if you are racing and considerably less exciting if you just want to ride and eat a mediocre hot dog at the Uphill Grill. While we were out there, I spotted some e-motos on the trails and now I want one with a desperation that feels completely reasonable to me and probably alarming to everyone else.
Back home, the wind is howling outside like it has a personal grievance, and we both know Hendrick is sitting here waiting. We just need to actually go. But before I tip fully into complaint territory, let me say this: I am genuinely glad that Snuggles and I ride together. That ride out at University Mountain, watching her pedal through the lupine while I waited at the top of that long downhill grinning like an idiot... that was a good day.
This weekend the plan is loose, which is how the best plans work. I am leaning toward the Missions. She is leaning toward Lee Creek. The destination is still being negotiated, but the goal is non-negotiable: find water, put the tent next to it, and stay there long enough to remember why any of this matters.
June 16th, Still Building
From a busted clutch and dial-up internet in 2001 to aquarium photos and retirement questions in 2025, June 16th has quietly accumulated a lifetime of moments. Dogs, espresso scams, mountain trails, funerals that became reunions, and always the thread of wanting more. It turns out time had plenty to say after all.
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