Camping on the weekend feels like a distant memory, almost as if I’ve entered a new chapter called “old age” in a world that sometimes forgets about us. But when the weekend calls, you simply have to answer.
Yesterday, I took our new truck out to Marshall Mounton for a fat biking adventure. We expected a groomed trail, but the ride turned out to be rough. It wasn’t perfect, yet the workout was solid and the drive was a blast. With below-zero temperatures on the horizon, I’m planning a backyard camping trip. Sometimes, the simplest adventures create the best memories.
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