“Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
It was a beautiful summer day. We three friends embarked upon a bike ride of the Butterknife trail, in preparation for the coming weekends’ events. Dave, Eric, and I were having a fun, relaxing, ride, assessing the course marking. At one point Sara caught us up, she was pre-riding the 30 Grand route.
All was happiness, until the storm came in on our climb out on Third Flats road. The thunder was louder than anything I have ever experienced, crashing directly overhead and so suddenly that I screamed involuntarily. At one point, Dave became too terrified and simply stopped riding, and hid next to a rock (as much as a 200 pound man can hide).
Eric and I determined we would get out of danger faster if we just kept moving. So we did. It was the first time I actually considered the life-saving skills of my trail partners- in hopes that were I the one to be struck by lightening they would be able to save me. Would they?
Before long, we were soaked, terrified, and muddy, but pushing relentlessly up the hill. I don’t even remember most of the rest of the ride. It was incredible.
But we all agreed: if you’re going to end up terrified, wet, and traumatized, it’s best to be doing it with two of your good friends! I love these guys!