Driving to Missoula but something is wrong. Wait, I never see the sunrise unless I am returning FROM Zootown. I know something is up and force the dream to end. Sitting up in bed I look out the window. Clouds are brewing and I start to take stock in the situation. Time to get ready for my bike packing trip tomorrow.
Later on tonight my phone rang, “I made it … gotta run”, came a crackling voice on my cell phone. And just like that, my heart broke just a little and reality came to bear on the importance to hitting the trails to ride my bike. To focus. To … be … alone. This weekend will be “alone training” … which is essential to being successful at things like Tour Divide. Snow clouds are building but I don’t care. I continue to pack my bike … time to head to REI to buy a bevy.