The sun beats me down as I walk through the walled canyon of the mighty Teton range. Dripping with sweat I meditate, analyze, and daydream over the potential terrain this maze of eroded granite walls hold.
It’s July and I’m reduced to a pedestrian and spend long days wandering the valley’s and climbing the peaks. I love to stand on top of mountains and look at the different views each one holds. It gives me a better understanding of my surroundings and makes everything seem a little smaller, or more manageable.
An interesting landslide of steep rubble and rock catches my eye and translates into a possible field of pillows or a “connect the dot” problem to be solved. I try and visualize riding it once the impossibly thick blanket of snow returns to the fleshless skeleton of the range. This is how I like to spend my long summer days dry docked until winter. It gives you time to look at the terrain and find new stuff to ride. It’s good to know where the rocks and stumps are, as well as an understanding of the paths to access.
The annoying burning sensation of my little toe rubbed raw from a pressure point is gonna be a blister for sure so I change the way walk to get relief only to create another ailment.
took hours to walk here, wish I could ride out…
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