Picture this, folks: Montana mountains, snowflakes swirling like sugarplums, yours truly and my trusty sidekick Mo, embarking on a pilgrimage to the mythical Fairmont Hot Springs. Destination: steamy bliss under the big sky. Mission: post-soak superhero workout in the RV park, leaving Wolverine in the dust.
Now, here’s the plot twist juicier than a huckleberry pie: after melting into those magical pools, with the wind whispering “brisk” at a balmy 5 degrees, our ironclad plans evaporated faster than a snowball on a Fourth of July barbecue. The mere thought of performing bear crawls in that frosted landscape had us giggling like chipmunks caught stealing sunflower seeds from Grandma’s porch. Can you see it? Me, flailing about like a confused flamingo, sending distress signals that would make even Bigfoot raise an eyebrow. The moose would’ve called animal control, and the spa staff would’ve been dusting off the rescue dogs.
So, did I ditch the workout? You bet your sweet bippy I did. But hold your horses, skeptics! Sometimes, the best plans – even those of mountain-biking mice – are destined for glorious detours, especially when they lead to unplanned laughter and relaxation. In the grand scheme of things, skipping a few burpees is a mere mosquito bite on the arm of life. It’s the unexpected hot spring sojourns, the shared giggles in the face of fitness faux pas, that truly nourish the soul.
Think of it this way: my night was an alternative workout. A hardcore session in plan-flexibility (not the limb-bending kind) and character-strengthening (braving the elements, figuratively and literally). Plus, who knows? Maybe there’s a hidden muscle group that thrives solely on the magic of hot springs. If not, well, hey, I just discovered the perfect excuse to ditch the bear crawls more often.
On this day in history:
- 2023: Ropes in the Ocean
- 2022: Traveling Zion Slideshow
- 2021: Obsession
- 2012: Rescue
- 2010: Thursday Night Meet Up
- 2008: Road Riding West O Missoula
- 2007: Spring Training
- 2006: Beetle In Peril – Looking Back
- 2002: Back to Training, Brookfield Park MTB Tonight
- 2001: I Can Only Do So Much
Each post captures a unique moment, from thrilling adventures to contemplative reflections, embodying the spirit of evolving adventures through the years.
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