Parks Over Peaks
The tech trails will keep
I sat there as the sun came up, watching the light creep over the ridgeline while Mo stirred beside me, still half asleep. I was buzzing, honestly. Finally hauling the downhill bike out to Whitefish felt like a long time coming, the kind of morning where the coffee tastes better because you know what’s ahead.
But somewhere between packing the van and actually rolling up to the lift, I got stuck in my head. There’s this tension I can’t quite shake between two versions of a good day on the bike. One is trails with roots and rock gardens and enough tech to keep your brain fully engaged. Adventure.
The other is the bike park, lift-served laps, no thinking required, just gravity doing what gravity does best. Both are fun. Both scratch a different itch. And I never seem to land on which one I actually prefer, which is either a sign of a rich life or mild indecision, depending on the day.
Today, the scale tipped toward the park. Lift laps, flow trails, … I have had enough flowers.
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