This post is the sixth in a series called the Team MoBill Story

It was now August 20th, 2011 and I still felt that I never got out for an epic all day rides. All week I thinking about the weekend before. Mid week I blogged about a new love to vaguely expose my feelings. And with every good turmoil in my life I did what I always did. Go on a bike-pout.

I embarked on a 66 mile adventure into the back country to journey into my feelings. And it turned out to be an amazing one at that. I was about home when my phone alerted me to a text. Curious I pulled out my phone to glance at the screen. A message from a number that I didn’t recognize.

Remember me … This is M…

I leaned into the curb by accident and crashed into the grass at the side of the road. I scrambled for my phone and started to reply, “Hey, I d……”, ARGH! The phone had died. The battery was dead. I mean, my luck right? I didn’t even get to read the rest of the message. Shit … was it Mo?

In the 2.5 seconds it took me to warp speed back I devised a plan. I rode home and plugged in my phone. Then and waited for it to boot, got the number, and went to my Google Voice account to send a text. I paused to wonder what should I say? I debated for about 5 minutes on how to open.

Bill M here. Using my other number. Hey you still up? I just got your text.

An eternity passed and to ease the butterflies I fixed supper. I thought about all the scenarios and what I would say. Then I remembered a message from my friend Lydia who said she was coming to Bozeman to visit her friend. If there was a way to bring Mo to Bozeman.  Maybe another backpack trip. That’s it. The phone alerted me to another text message.

… crazy over here, watching buffy, doin laundry …

It was Mo, you know, chit chat to get things rolling. I decided enough was enough. I needed to pull on my big boy pants and really go for it.

… Hey i got a question …

I thought to myself that maybe her phone would die and I wouldn’t have to ask … my hand hovered over the cancel button. I thought I should run. Wow, this is a big mistake. What am I doing?

… I might have an answer

Oh boy … here we go!

… I got a email that Lydia is visiting her friend here in bozone. Would you consider a adventurous weekend in Boz

She was in. And I couldn’t believe I pulled it all off.  The first adventure with Mo unsupported. Then the weekend could not come fast enough and I found myself getting out every day after work. Trying to pass the time. I even blogged a post hinting to everyone that something was up. Soon the weekend did come and Mo arrived via Lydia shuttle to Bozeman.

September I never blogged. Because I couldn’t. Something was developing and I did not want to ruin it. So finally now I present the trip in images. They tell a story. A story how I found a new adventure partner. Even if we lived 250 miles apart and it seemed impossible to take it much further. But then again, “Even if it is impossible, that does not mean you shouldn’t try”.