Whenever I read a gear review I have to look up each item to see if it comes in a women’s version or if the men’s size might be workable. Drumroll please, here is a list of women-specific winter pants ideal for fat biking. The first seven are cycling specific. My goal was to find a range of pants ideal for the weekend warrior to the hero endurance athlete. The list comes from recommendations from both.
In the middle of the pandemic, I found a rhythm to the summer. Following the phases of the moon my partner and I filled our weekends with beauty, peace and adventure. I don’t usually leave our uncrowded and beautiful state of Wyoming on purpose but we were surprised to find an undeveloped and peaceful corner of Colorado just south of the border.
Yesterday I rode my bike up a mountain. It wasn’t just any mountain. Mt. Evans is one of Colorado’s 14’ers – mountains that are over 14,000 feet in elevation. The road to the top of Mt. Evans happens to be the highest paved road in North America. I rode as high as a person can ride on the continent!
Why DO we do hard things? As I was pushing my bike up the steep road in the dark, I wondered “what do normal couples do for Friday night date-night?” (Cue Sara Jessica Parker’s Sex in the City voice.)
I want to ride the ride where the west commences, and gaze at the moon till I lose my senses. I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences. Don’t fence me in. – Roy Rogers
I thought I knew where I wanted to be but I ended up where I was supposed to be.
I’m know I’m not the only one navigating an endless maze of emotions lately. I’ll wake up happy to be healthy and alive only to be teary-eyed later in the day for no apparent reason.
I don’t mind being alone and most of the time I prefer it (except for a few select humans!) but I’m going to admit that I have felt lonely during the pandemic. And there’s no cure for loneliness like being in Mother Nature. On a whim I headed out to the Red Desert on a whim to hike the Oregon Buttes, something I’ve wanted to do for years.
My 15 year-old son said this post is “so cringy.” For almost a month I have been quarantined from everyone including my kids and my partner. It’s been hard. I miss hugs.
Who knew that the Togwotee Winter Classic would be the first and last last bike race of the Wyoming season? It was a phenomenal day: friends, laughter, sunshine, peace and beauty. And my first bike race post-cancer treatment!