grand junction mountain biking

Girl’s In the Morning

“Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav’n,
and strikes
The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light”
― Omar KhayyamRubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Tricia made the arrangements. We were going to meet at Lunch Loop at 6:15. I knew that she’d invited another girl, Maggie, but when I got there Maggie and I discovered Becca had been invited as well. The three of us got to know each other a bit while waiting for Tricia. 15 minutes later we decided something had probably come up for Tricia so the three of us- who had met for the first time- decided we’d hit the trail together.

Half-way up Pet-e-kes while we re-grouped, Tricia caught up to us, and we were four. We continued up, took a left onto High Noon, Raven Ridge, and looped around Miramonte Rim. By then it was late in the morning, so Tricia and I cut out for home while the others continued on.

There’s something about riding with such agreeable women that you just don’t get elsewhere. There’s an instant camaraderie. We come from a variety of backgrounds and we are all in a different phase in our lives (though to be fair the three of them all have babies around 1-year and my “baby” is now 6). But through a shared enjoyment of riding our bikes, we have a common bond. I used to feel so intimidated riding with other women- other people in general- but the women I’ve ridden with lately are just so chill, accepting.

I can’t help but miss my sisters, in whose company I feel a very similar emotion- or I used to. There was a time I would see either or both of my older sisters at least once a week, and Lindsay more than that. Part of me misses those days, and part of me recognizes the growth I’ve embraced since then. I am content.

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