Home
It was three degrees this morning when we awoke, our first morning in our own bed in six weeks. Rubbing the sleepy dirt out of our eyes, it took a moment for the realization to sink in: We are home. No longer on the road. Home. Six weeks is a short time in the broader scope of things, but still a rather long time to be on the road, to live out of the back of a truck. We spent time in twelve states, lost our minds more times than either of us can count, and saw countless trails, many of which also gave us trail work opportunities and a better understanding of what sustainable trail construction looks like in a wide range of ecotypes. We learned a lot this trip, about ourselves, about trails, about this country in which we live. We ate well and usually slept even better, full days culminating in starry skies. We saw rain only once, and temperatures anywhere between the low teens and the eighties. We saw a gator and a cougar within a week of each other, and we'll take the ...