Growing up in Missouri and living a great part of my life in Kansas, "Moab" was mostly a philosophical idea. An ideal, actually. But never anything real... really. Well, I live in The West now and it's not that far away.
A lot of firsts this weekend. I rode my bike above 11,000 feet. Rode all the classic ST at Moab that I thought was reversed for the Gods. Plus a trip to Grand Junction. So much to learn- so much to know that is unknown.
New friends. New trails. New Life.
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