Late last week I opened up Facebook and found an invitation from an old friend of mine to take part in his Fatbike Adventure Ride that weekend. Josh, or Deathrider, as I know him, likes to have fun and I figured he’d have a treat in store for anyone who showed up. 12 of us did, and I only knew a couple of them.
We rolled past a dead beaver (perhaps an omen of sorts?) and stopped so Josh could address the assembled mass of fatbike folks. It went something like this: “We’re going to ride a bunch of different surfaces including dirt, sand, rocks, and creek beds, climb up a cliff, pull our bikes up with a rope, push up and down some unrideable steeps, do some mud runs…and you definitely are going to get wet.”
And he was right. We did all those things, and more, on a six-plus hour route that took full advantage of both the Mississippi and Minnesota rivers and the surrounding natural terrain.
It was a fantastic reminder that adventure really is where you find it…or perhaps, where you look for it.
You see bumper stickers all the time that say Eat Local or Buy Local or Shop Local. Perhaps it’s time for one that says Ride Local?
Get out and find something new in your neighborhood. Then share it with someone.
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I love being outside. I prefer to ride on dirt. Or snow. If I was born a hundred years earlier I might have been a polar explorer. There's a great natural world out there to see, smell, taste, listen to, and experience. Life slows down out there and the distractions we've created will disappear if you let them. Give me a backpack and let me go.