Alone training

There I was, en route to Missoula in the soft glow of sunrise – a scenario that typically plays out in reverse. That’s when it hit me, something’s off. This isn’t a journey back from Zootown; it’s a dream refusing to let me rest. With a jolt, I’m awake, peering out into the morning as clouds gather like spectators waiting for a show to start. Today’s the day before my bike packing trip, and nature’s brewing up a dramatic backdrop.

Fast forward to tonight, my phone breaks the silence with a crackling update, “I made it… gotta run.” Just like that, a pang of something – a mix of pride, longing, and a dash of heartache – reminds me why I’m doing this. It’s not just about the ride; it’s about finding focus, embracing solitude. This weekend’s mantra? “Alone training.” It’s not just preparation; it’s a ritual, a necessary step for facing giants like the Tour Divide.

As snow clouds threaten with their looming presence, my resolve only strengthens. The weather’s challenge is but a whisper compared to the roar of my determination. Packing continues, each piece of gear a promise of miles to conquer and moments to savor in solitude.

Next stop? REI, for one last essential – a bivy. The adventure calls, not just as a journey across terrain, but as a voyage within, training alone to stand together with giants.