Beginning Again

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Every journey begins sometime and somewhere… leaving Leadville I was lucky to have Rafa from LeadVelo ride out with me. We drank some coffee, had some laffs and hiked thru some snow on the way to Salida.

The first pass of many. Finally on my own after a loud night with Harpo at the Salida hostel. Climbing up into the mountains, ass in the saddle, head in the clouds.
The space out west, when you remove the cars, is so distant and wonderful. Subtle lines lead longingly towards distant mountains, the smell of sage, the cold clean wind.
There is no forgetting it’s a hard real world we live in. But trips Ike these force me to see reality as it it, without filters – which also allows escape from the voices in my head. Unmediated reality, things as they are.
Clouds caught by trees, faraway mountains… Colorado.

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