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Elisa Jones jeep trail winter

Flip flops in the snow, unabashed selfies

“The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

“Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

Yes, Lord of the Rings is probably my favorite book. Here I am upon the end of a year-long journey. I have been reluctant each day to experience the trail, because I know that the time is too near, too precious, and this will end.

And yet it won’t, will it? The trails are in me, every experience has shaped me, and I am intimate with them now.

For several weeks I have longed for as deeply-moving a concept as this trail adventure. Something to change me in ways I need over the next year. Finally, inspiration struck- while delving into a period of meditation. Now, I feel less despair at the end, because it is also a new beginning.

This morning I was fraught with indecision- the nemesis of my adult life. I had originally planned to see the red rocks of Moab today. But the idea of two trips to Utah in one week, the financial burdens required of the second, and the illness of my husband the night before, all collaborated to keep me in the Grand Valley today. Also, the hope for a ride with someone I esteem as well.

I couldn’t sleep, as I watched the clouds blush in the sunrise outside of my window. I crept downstairs and prepared the morning for my family, then snuck out of the house, into the Jeep, and up to the trail. Music and Mt. Dew my companions.

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I headed home for a quick change and to pack up my bike. I met Dave and Kurt and we drove out to Kokopelli, where we joined with Noah and Sparky. It was going to be a hard ride and I regretted my frozen summit experience last night, and the 4 hours of sleep I had been permitted.

But there’s a reason why we call it “playing bikes”. We rode Rustler’s, Mary’s, and Horsethief. Better trail companions are hard to find! Noah and Sparky were willing to demonstrate and coach, and all were patient with my preference to walk an obstacle or two (or 6). My bike is in bad way right now and I didn’t trust it.

This turned out to be an astute choice, as the front tire went flat immediately after my heart-pounding, flying descent down Mary’s. We met more friends in the parking lot, and had a nice visit until I was too cold to hold still another moment.

The sun had been out most of the time, with only a few flights of snow that blew through. The lighting was amazing, but my photo opportunities were secondary to embracing the opportunity to ride with this crew. IMG_2275 IMG_2276 IMG_2279 IMG_2280 IMG_2281 IMG_2282

Elisa Jones mountain biking up pet-e-kes trail grand junction, colorado

Can’t Help But Smile

“The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

I’ve been smiling a lot this week. Maybe it’s a more hopeful, positive out look that I’ve developed. Maybe it’s being engaged with a new job, a new role, feeling like I can make a difference. Maybe it’s trail project things that I’ve been working on and the pieces are starting to come together…. maybe it’s being able to spend time with new friends and old ones, too.

Dave and I haven’t seen much of each other the last few months. It’s been pretty exclusive to meetings about Epic Rides or the GVTA. Today I insisted that if it was just the two of us negotiating, couldn’t we do it whilst partaking of riding bicycles?

So we took turns sharing life updates and talking about the Grand, and what my role might be this year. But mostly, we played bikes. I crashed a little (I’m going to blame it on my rear shock being low), and hurt some parts of me, but nothing too serious. Totally worth being out in the sunshine, riding with my colleague, adviser, and friend. IMG_2163 IMG_2164

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What? Me cleaning the ramp thing? Oh yeah. IMG_2168

Pain for the sake of…pain?

“It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

Left work with plenty of time to meet Melinda for a little run through the lunch loops. But the errands I had to run made me late and later. I hadn’t eaten all day, my hernia has been acting up, and so I figured I’d just grab a little food before hitting the trail.

Mistake.

So not only was I feeling tired and lethargic, but my body refused to digest without gifting me with stabbing pains. Seriously, like I’d swallowed a handful of knives. Poor Melinda was good to put up with my whining and occasional walking.

The best, though, was when we were riding on Raven’s Ridge, right? And there’s this “little” drop that she (and EVERYONE I RIDE WITH) keep trying to get me to do. I’ve rolled it once, but I just can’t seem to give myself the confidence to hop off of it on my bike.

Well, today I did. I jumped right off of that drop! I threw my hands in the air and made a big show of it! “Watch, Melinda! Watch me!” There were a couple of other dudes there who watched as well. We had a good laugh.

Laughing through pain is my absolute favorite.

(Sorry. No pictures. Was too busy trying to keep up with Mel.)