Ah, spring in Missoula typically plays hard to get, more like a moody director who can’t decide on the scene’s mood. Usually, it’s a mix of grey skies and a chill that makes you think twice about ditching your cozy blanket fortress. Biking? That’s a June hobby when the weather finally gets its act together. But this year, it’s like nature pulled a fast one on us. I’ve been hitting the trails on my bike for a month already, and it’s got me feeling like I’ve stepped into some alternate universe where Missoula missed the memo on spring misery.

Moki, already clocking in miles before its usual time, staring me down like, “Surprise! We’re doing this early this year.” The usual suspects – the majestic evergreens, those show-offy mountain views – they’re all in on it too. But it’s like showing up to a party you thought was a costume party but wasn’t. You’re glad you’re there, but can’t shake off the feeling that your outfit’s a bit out of place.

The signs of spring are flaunting their colors earlier than the curtain call, with buttercups popping up like they know something we don’t. It’s like nature’s decided on a plot twist, and honestly, it’s pretty cool. It’s an unexpected invite to the great outdoors that I’ve happily RSVP’d to. Yet, here I am, cruising down trails in what feels like a stolen month, with a weird mix of joy and a pinch of “is this for real?”

This year, Missoula’s script flipped, and while it’s bizarre to be pedaling through what’s usually a spectator sport of watching the snow reluctantly recede, I’m not complaining. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the unexpected can be pretty fantastic. Still, part of me is looking over my shoulder, half-expecting winter to tap me on the back and say, “Gotcha!” But until then, you’ll find me soaking in this freakishly friendly spring, weirded out but thoroughly thrilled.