“If things seem under control, you are just not going fast enough.” Mario Andretti

“If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat! Just get on.” Sheryl Sandberg

Today was so so so much fun. Sara picked me up at about 9:15 and we headed up to do something ambitious. We were going to ride Butterknife.

This was funny. Her husband, Eric, suggested it probably wasn’t a good idea. My husband, Dennis, said it might be questionable. My friend, Dave, said it was absolutely insane. Not necessarily all in those terms, but we got the point. They didn’t think we could do it. Or maybe that we shouldn’t do it. The two are not the same thing. I am so glad to have a kindred badass in Sara.

So we hit it. Twist n Shout was not bad- clearly had been ridden and packed-in. There was a tree down, but we were able to ride by it. I’m not saying it was easy by any means. We were putting a foot down here, hiking up a rise there…chasing the cows away around the next bend. A good warm-up.

Before we knew it we were at the Butterknife trail and it was obvious early on that the trail had not had any love for some time. I would say since before the snow. Weeks. We were laying first tracks.

This was exciting and terrifying and daunting. Butterknife is a challenging trail when it’s not endowed with ice and snow. It hikes baby heads and death cookies under sand and around corners. Now those same pitfalls-in-waiting lurked under the snow, attempting to slay us.

As long as the snow-entrenched trail had a downward tendency we could drop our seats, hang on loosely, and let it roll. Uphill was another matter entirely- it was unrideable. About 2 miles in I looked back at Sara and said something like, “Maybe we should reconsider here. It’s not too much farther back if we turn around now. This could be tricky as hell. Or trick as hell. What do you think?”

In good form she suggested that I was the one with a meeting to get to, that we could go back… but that she wanted to be able to say that we had done it, baring no conditions. I smiled, agreed. There’s just something about doing exactly what they said you couldn’t (or shouldn’t) do. You gotta do it. Especially when you know you can and should.

So we pressed on. It actually went by very quickly. There was plenty of long sections of ice and snow, some making the more technical obstacles more than challenging- something closer to impossible. But we didn’t mind. We walked, and it was okay. We talked and laughed, cheered each other on. It was a fantastic time. On the parts of the trail that were dirt they were completely dry and unmarked by human life. We relished those moments.

There were a couple of times as the trail wore on that we started to fatigue. Sara didn’t complain, but I’m certain I did. I get frustrated when I perform at less than my usual standard- and I feel quite sub-par these days. I fell off the trail a couple of times; once saving myself by performing some kind of miraculous splits, and another by stepping into a tree that left its mark on my wrist.

Eventually we made it to the last section of trail and started up the road. Before you ask, I know what you’re thinking. Of course the road was muddy. But it was a thin layer of mud on a far deeper layer of frozen earth, and the road was wide with plenty of riding options. We alternated between the dirt/dry and the ice/snow. Lots of options= minimal mud.

The highlights: watching Sara clean things that I had walked up, she’s so cool; talking about technique and riding growth, I really have to ride with engaging my core more; talking about our kids and favorite trips, and what goo flavors are the best; the sunshine; Sara saying, “I’m having a great time!”

Because, you know what, so was I.

Sara riding down Twist N Shout

Sara riding down Twist N Shout

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At the turnoff to Butterknife

At the turnoff to Butterknife

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My favorite shot of the day. The ramp was steeper than it looks from this angle. Also, it's much more rideable when it's not laced with ice and snow...

My favorite shot of the day. The ramp was steeper than it looks from this angle. Also, it’s much more rideable when it’s not laced with ice and snow…

Obligatory selfie. Can you see our bike tracks in the snow behind us?

Obligatory selfie. Can you see our bike tracks in the snow behind us?

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The tree bite. And I guess you can see the swollen scar on my wrist from December's surgery. Woot.

The tree bite. And I guess you can see the swollen scar on my wrist from December’s surgery. Woot.