It seemed like such a great idea.

Three hundred and sixty five days of something. 

The idea came to me while I was riding my mountain bike.  I was picking my way through an icy trail in Palmer Park.  “Wouldn’t it be cool to do something like this every day?” I thought to…

Snow.

It’s March, for crying out loud.

As a point of explanation, I’ve lived in Colorado for almost 15 years. Add another 3 years in Albuquerque, NM, and I’m pushing 20 years in the mountain west. I’m well aware of the April (and May) snowstorms, and the August cold snaps.

I’ve gotten over my hatred of cold.  Growing up in Louisville, KY, in a time before Polar Fleece, I abhorred the cold.  In ’77 we had 2 feet of snow that shut down our southern town for 3 days – we…

I saw it as I rounded the corner. I couldn’t miss it. Its brilliant yellow leaves were a stunning contrast against the green foliage surrounding it. “What the…?” It was mid-September. I was hot,

dirty and a little sweaty. Fall had

and caught me totally unawares.

Soon, I’ll be hot and sweaty with three layers of technical fabric

covering my extremities. Soon I’ll look

outside at the blowing snow and contemplate a…

“You OK?”

“Yeah, just looking for my lung” I replied, chuckling to myself at my standard reply.

I started in the single speed category at the Rocky Mountain State Games. We rode Falcon Trail…