home base
THE LONE SLIVER OF SINGLETRACK SNAKING DOWN THE HILLside had been catching my eye for months after I moved into a new neighborhood—a dirt diversion as I ran mundane errands or merged onto the freeway headed to my old trail network.
Watering Hole
We’ve all been there. Exhausted, even if we love it. Pushed. Every creative drop squeezed, empty of words, energy wrung from a now-hollow inner. This ended a week of careful consideration—free flowing yet meticulous and thoughtful line choices. Camp
