Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Tis the seasons.

There is a few week window every year, usually late in April lasting somewhat into May, where the local particulars of climate and geography combine to allow the last of alpine winter to exist a mere ~30 minutes from home where we're deep into the desert spring.

The end result is an ability to ride in the trees atop deep snow at 11,000', or amidst fragrant flora on sinuous desert singletrack at 4600', or to float or fish a river somewhere in between.  ~20 years ago I'd have made a point of cramming all three (and maybe more) into the same day, but now we're content to enjoy each on their own, savoring all that is special about the place on that particular day, hopefully with a nap thrown in to allow us to awake there.