Just got back from an overnight bikepacking trip — me, Mabel, and the trailer. One night out, nothing ambitious. I’d been meaning to do a little solo trip like this for a while and finally just went. Loaded the dog up, packed the bags, and pointed the bike out of town.
It went really well.
As I come up on one year since the accident that broke my nose, I’ve been reflecting on what’s changed. I think it’s important to take stock sometimes — to give yourself a yardstick for what you’ve done well or not so well, even if I’m not always great at actually doing it. One saying that’s been stuck in my head lately: “life happens to you, or you happen to life.”
I honestly haven’t been into biking that long. A former housemate got me into it — I’d always been vaguely interested but never bothered to invest in something quality, something that was actually a joy to ride. I’m deeply grateful to him for selling me his old bike and “bike-pilling” me, as he liked to say.