Last weekend, I did my first stage race, the Green Mountain Stage Race. It was brutal. A time trial, a circuit race, a road race with a ton of climbing, and a crit. I finished in a reasonable place at the end of the weekend. I wasn’t totally satisfied with my performance, but whatever.
More importantly, we stayed in a house that didn’t have internet with people who were the most welcoming and intelligent humans I’ve interacted with in a long time.
I got far closer to some friends than I ever thought I’d been.
We roamed a piece of America I forget about far too often. It’s beautiful out there.
I got lost in it. In a way that made me not want to come back.
See the photo dumps below.