This week has been a brain recovery week. I ride as part of my long term brain recover and therapy. Believe it or not, it is the natural progression from the words my vestibular therapist told me years ago: “I’ve done all I can for you, hiking the trails is where you will find healing now.” These photos were taken Feb. 18, last Monday, after a bit of snow in the night, temps around zero. I managed one or two short rides between then and now, Saturday Feb. 23, and was delighted to wake up to a good brain day, five inches of fresh, beefy snow and that stillness that enfolds the world drapped in winter’s blanket.
Sitting on the window seat on the day’s I couldn’t ride this week, gazing out at the sparkling air full of wind tossed flakes on sunny day with deep blue Colorado skies, the delight of knowing I had been out, doing well enough to make the trails, and, by God’s grace, I would again, deepens the appreciation of the wonder of cranking through the snowcrete deposited on the M.U.P. by the highway’s plows. Grin.