I really do not want to say this word or make comments on it. Everything is so political and this word is so toxic. It is all so toxic.
A lone tree stands at an angle, battered by the wind and salt spray, as I gaze over the vast expanse of the beach. They vested my privileged heart with the ideals that our country stands for, for the promise of freedom and opportunity that it represents. Looking at the horizon, a deep sadness crept over me. I am not liking the actions of those before us and the few in control today; the injustices in the name of progress.
I thought of the native peoples who have been displaced and mistreated, of the way their cultures and traditions have been trampled in the name of, um, whatever it is called. I thought of the countless lives that have been lost to greed and corruption, of the way industry has ravaged the natural beauty of this land for profit.
There is romance of what could be, for the hope that one day we might live up to the ideals that I “think” we are supposed to stand for.
As I look at the desolate scene before me, I can’t help but think about broken laws. Of course, the laws of nature. The branches in the dune stand stark and lifeless, violating the rule of life. The ocean scrub trees, bent and gnarled, are a testament to the force of the wind, powerful elements brought to their knees.
But as I ponder these thoughts, my mind wanders to the laws of humans. The laws we have created to govern ourselves, to protect us from the chaos of nature. And yet, even these laws are not infallible.
I think of the laws that we have broken, the laws that are broken every day. Riding an eMTB across a slice of non-motorized to access an island of moto trails. Minimally. More important; Laws of justice, of equality, of freedom. Laws that protect us, but are often twisted and manipulated to serve the interests of the few.
As the mist rolls in and the distant mountain fades from view, I am left with a sense of unease. A feeling that the laws we have created are fragile, that they are only as strong as our will to uphold them. And yet, in a world where even the laws of nature can be broken, how can we expect anything else?
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
I stand on the shore, gazing out at the endless expanse of ocean before me. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand fills my ears as I take in the scene’s beauty before me. But my mind is elsewhere, lost in memories of a time long past.
I remember the last time you were here, with the one you loved. You walked along the beach hand in hand, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. But that was a lifetime ago, and now you stand alone, the only company the cold sea and the distant trees.
As you stare out at the ocean, you can’t help but feel a deep sadness inside you. You think about all the things that have lost over the years, all the people and places that are now only memories. You wonder what might have been, if only things had turned out differently.
The black sand mixed in with the beige reminds you of the yin and yang of life. The good times and the bad. The ups and the downs. The dune hiding the vast expanse of land behind it makes you think of how much there is in me that remains hidden, unknown, and undiscovered.
You feel a sense of isolation and loneliness, like the vast expanse of the ocean is a reflection of your own emptiness. You long for the comfort of companionship and love, but know that it may never come. You take one last look at the beach before turning and walking away, lost in your own thoughts and the memories that haunt us.
On this day in history:
2016: Remembering 11 Years Ago Today – One of my fondest memories was a ridge snowshoe with my friend Alden the we did back in 2005.
2015: Lucy and Buck – From 1803-1806, in an exciting journey to the Pacific Ocean and back, Lucy and Buck’s Corps of Discovery mapped the lands.
2014: Life Path – Last weekend my partner and I did a ride from Wise River to Elkhorn Hot Springs and then back the next day.
2012: SMSS – Alright, listen up! Sunday morning? More like Sunday Mourning Shit Show, or SMSS.
2010: Push – This is part 4 in a series of blog posts that I am dedication to my favorite photos of 2009.
2008: Cyclist v.s. Mother Nature – Oh, today’s the day for a beastly two-hour spin! Who’s up for the challenge?
2006: Blackfoot Ride To Potomac – Hey there, friends! Bill checking in after a fantastic day that ended with me glued to the closing ceremonies of the Olympics.
2005: Lolo Peak Area Today – My friend Alden Wright and I have teamed up this weekend to snowshoe up a East ridge of Lolo Peak.
2004: JOB UPDATE – As you all know the government has canceled comanche. Sikorsky aircraft along with UTC has no clue what to do with us.
2003: Computer Funnies – At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry.
2002: Me Fat – Today is blue. I am blue because my body fat reduction and/or weight are not where I want it to be. I seem to be gaining weight with muscle mass.
From the latest outdoor misadventures back to a time of personal reflections and career uncertainties, this list offers a chronological reverse journey through the captivating and varied experiences shared in blog form.
Asking themselves the age-old questions. For me it is:
Amid the coastal grasses and dead trees, a marker stands, its colors bright and bold. It makes me wonder what lies beyond the seas, and how many stories of life remain untold.
As I gaze upon this marker so grand, I ask myself what more I have left to do. Have I lived my life as I had planned, or do I need to start anew?
With each passing year, the questions grow, As time marches on, relentless and sure. But this marker, with its orange, blue, and white glow, reminds me to seek adventures and more.
So let us take the road less traveled and leave our fears and doubts behind. For life is short, and time is unraveled, but in this moment, true happiness we’ll find.
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY, A DELIGHTFUL JOURNEY THROUGH THE ARCHIVES:
2016: WNA 32 – Rollin Fatties up Olsen – A recount of the steady growth of WNA number 32, where two strong cyclists showed up, marking the continuation of a weekly tradition.
2015: Posers – An arduous climb up Avalanche Peak in Yellowstone Park, where a tiny cute creature and the strong winds made for a memorable and desolate adventure.
2012: My piece of solitude – Revisiting an old friend, a trail that brings back single track skills memories, and an encounter with a private plow truck on an icy road.
2012: Fallen – Observing the melancholy beauty of trees on Pipestone Pass, where one fallen tree seems to evoke despair in its companion.
2010: Morning Trail – Capturing a quintessential Missoula moment for any mountain biker, “Morning Trail” highlights the beauty of South Sentinel as dawn breaks.
2009: Dirt Coalition – Sharing aspirations to join the GT Dirt Coalition, and catching up on the internet during a rest break from a decent block of training.
2008: Hard Miles – A recount of a challenging 60-mile ride up route 200 in the rain, bringing about a sense of unexpected energy and strength.
2007: Lolo Pass Ride – An ambitious 66.1-mile journey to Lolo Pass, featuring around 5,000 feet of climbing and a cramp that led to late-night blogging.
2007: I Just Keep Ending up Here! – A cozy moment at the Break Espresso, savoring a Carmel roll and a cup of Joe, a simple pleasure amidst biking adventures.
2006: Turah Turah Ride Tonight – Reflecting on a great training ride to Turah and back, feeling good all the way home compared to a previous exhausting experience.
2006: New Pictures Uploaded – The challenge of organizing and uploading pictures likened to herding caffeinated cats, all while chilling at Break Espresso.
2003: What I really Want – A moment of technological simplification, desiring only the essentials like a new camera and a powerbook for summer adventures.
2002: Emotional Alchemy – Sharing the anticipation for a book called “Emotional Alchemy,” following an outstanding mountain bike ride and a need for rest.
This curated list of blog posts offers a glimpse into my biking adventures, poetic reflections, and life’s simple moments, painting a vivid picture of the journey through years.
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?
In this context, the branch on the beach could symbolize the concept of stability, as it stands firmly on the sand despite the waves crashing around it. Similarly, laws are meant to provide stability and structure to society, but sometimes they need to be changed in order to better serve the needs of the people.
Just like how the branch must bend and adjust in order to withstand the force of the waves, laws must be flexible and adaptable in order to address the changing needs of society. In this sense, the image of the branch on the beach can symbolize the idea that laws must be able to withstand the changing tides of society, and that they must be flexible enough to bend and change when necessary, in order to provide a solid foundation for the people.
FEB 24 IN HISTORY:
2017: Team MoBill Part 4 – Encounters – The beginning of the Team MoBill Story, tracing its origins back to 2010 and an Adventure Cycling holiday party.
2012: Taking the long way – Reflecting on a preference for the scenic route, even if it means arriving after dark.
2010: Spirit – Part of a series on favorite 2009 photos, featuring Zepahnie Blasi taking in the Pipestone Valley’s vastness.
2008: Great Riding in Seeley – Chronicles a training ride to Seeley Lake and supporting friends at the Snow Joke Half Marathon.
2007: Home Safely – A brief update on a safe return home and a casual mention of enjoying “Double Haul” at the “Board Room.”
2007: Product Review – Sharing insights from a 50-mile ride, including the aftermath of cleaning up and a hearty pasta meal.
2002: Sleeping Giant Hike – A recount of a challenging hike that could tire even Paul Bunyan, exploring the Sleeping Giant.
2002: Cool – COOL: Discovering a website dedicated to the frequently hiked mountain range.
Dive into these snapshots of life’s adventures, from musings on the simplicity of daily moments to the thrill of outdoor exploration. Each post is a testament to the journey of self-discovery and the ever-evolving adventure of life.
2012: Tree fight – Bill reflects on the frustrations of being cheap and lazy, leading to a humorous yet insightful look at personal growth and the occasional battle with nature.
2010: Artistic Juice – After a recovery hike, Bill muses on photography and the creative process, offering a glimpse into the soulful side of outdoor exploration.
2008: Road Riding West of Missoula Day 2 – A repeat of a challenging route with a friend, complete with dubbed climbs and a touch of humor to lighten the grueling journey.
2008: So What is Boneshakerbike – An origin story of sorts, Bill explains the significance behind his email addresses and account names, linked to his biking team and the handcrafted bikes they rode.
2007: Another Day, Another Turn of the Crank – A contemplative morning in Missoula, Montana, sparks thoughts on the joys of mountain biking and the beauty of Big Sky country.
2002: Great Day For a Mountain Bike Ride – Bill shares his enthusiasm for a day perfect for mountain biking, along with plans for a hike with his dog, highlighting the simple pleasures of outdoor activities.
2001: 2 Hour Ride – A light-hearted post-ride reflection, Bill compares his biking adventures to the comedic twists of the movie “Shanghai Noon,” finding joy in the unexpected.
Each post, a story; each story, a memory etched into the trails of time, inviting you to pedal along through the pages of my adventures.
Each post captures a unique moment, from thrilling adventures to contemplative reflections, embodying the spirit of evolving adventures through the years.
The first time we arrived at Cape Lookout, we had no idea what to expect. As we walked down the path to the beach, the anticipation was palpable. Finally, we emerged from the trees and there it was – the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was like nothing we had ever heard before. It was an incredible feeling to experience something so powerful and humbling for the first time. It was an ideal day because we were able to discover something new and beautiful that we had never seen before.
On this day in history, let’s dive into the eclectic and adventurous world of my blog, showcasing a variety of experiences and insights:
Winter is not my favorite time of the year. But if I were to die tonight and be able to look back on the things I leave behind; well winter may not have been the worst hurdle in my life.
January 12th final pitch to the top of University Mountain
Actually, it may have provided some of the most diverse, beautiful, and interesting elements of it.
Myself, January 12, at the top of University. Remembering Marcy.
But the question remains, how has my death changed my perspective? Don’t sweat the minor inconveniences.
Missoula, January 12 … Our Home!
So today I will try to make the most of what is available. A hike after work, perhaps? Did I even answer the question?
A dream home can be described as a place that is spacious, comfortable, and offers everything one needs to live a happy life. It should be situated in a peaceful and serene environment, surrounded by nature and fresh air. My home is in snuggles heart.
The interior of the home should be designed with the highest standards of luxury and comfort in mind. A large, open-plan living room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a fireplace would be the perfect place for gathering with family and friends. The kitchen should be fully equipped with top-of-the-line appliances, a large island, and plenty of counter space for cooking and entertaining.
ChatGPT
Naw, stuff isn’t home. Home is where you are comfortable. Comfortable and luxurious love that offers a peaceful and serene environment surrounded by nature, equipped with the latest technology and amenities (not provided), and designed with sustainability in mind.
Happy Valentine’s Day snuggles. Your love is the most important aspect of a home. The people who occupy it, rather than the material possessions. True happiness and comfort can be found in the company of a loved one, no matter where they are.
On this Valentines Day in history:
2018: Good Crust – Celebrating the perfect conditions for fat biking in Bozeman, a newfound joy in February’s usually elusive crust, offering freedom on two wheels.
2017: Team MoBill Part 2 – The Investigation – The first in a series exploring the origins and adventures of Team MoBill, tracing back to cryptic posts and a story rooted in 2010.
2014: Meetup – A day filled with anticipation and preparation for a friend’s visit, likened to the excitement of a group ride.
2010: Half Ass – A day where plans fell through, leading to an unexpected dive into troubleshooting a Sports Tracks plugin.
2009: Ghost Town Idea – Proposing an adventurous bike ride through Montana’s ghost towns, combining history with the thrill of exploration.
2008: To Deer Creek and Back – An impromptu cycling and hiking adventure in Pattee Canyon, embracing the snowy landscape.
2008: Deer Creek Snow Sneak – Swapping traditional Valentine’s Day plans for a snowy bike ride up Deer Creek, seeking untouched trails and epic views.
2004: Mount Ellen Vermont – A solo venture into Mount Ellen’s wintry embrace, detailing a challenging hike amidst a Valentine’s Day whiteout.
2002: My Emotional Profile – A reflection on the quest for love and understanding, highlighting the importance of emotional connections and self-awareness.
Each post captures a moment in time, offering insights into my personal journeys, challenges, and the beauty of adventure. Enjoy delving into these snapshots of life’s rich tapestry.
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