There are those dreams that never leave you. No matter how crazy or impossible you try to convince yourself they are. Making excuses for years, never enough money, too much training, what about my dog(s), simply too much work. They are still there, everyday, unsatisfied, unperturbed and not going away.
The Tour Divide was one such dream. I wanted to be there long before I had the courage to be. Years it festered, simmered. Sometimes you know it is time, time to shit or get off the pot. Life is about living, not waiting. Riding the Great Divide in 2011 was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life.
Like the TD, the Iditarod Trail Invitational never fully leaves my head. Upon first hearing about the race, a seed was planted and has grown. Yet just making it up to the start of the ITI takes so much work and money, lots of gear, test after test, qualifiers, traveling. Years I have made excuses, years it has waited and waited.
This past weekend I traveled up to Island Park, Idaho to race bikes, test some gear and maybe qualify myself for something bigger. The ride was tough, fun, enlightening and humbling beyond words. Sometimes out in the dark lonely night, cold and wet, miles from home, sore and tired, I wonder if I’ll ever be satisfied.