On a whim (a bit of a theme this year), I hopped in a car to yell my lungs out at the Cyclocross World Championships in Louisville. Great idea, that was.
I closed out February and started March with a trip that really turned everything around. I'd been in a rough stretch. Not after a weekend in Ouachita.
Right in the middle of that season, I took another trip, this time to Fruita, Colorado. My first time in Utah, it was by bike.
My little brother got married, and I now have a fantastic sister. I've never had a sister. It's pretty great.
Back to 'cross season, which I also did all on singlespeed. Results-wise, it was up and down, mostly up, but mostly really, really fun. Which is the point. I had a blast. How can you not, when War Axe makes a giant head cut-out of you?
Then I went to Philadelphia for SSCXWC and Bilenky Junkyard CX. That, too, was incredible. Really, really great weekend. Wow. Smiles, snow, new friends, old friends, new explorations.
Then home again, and with a firm conviction to start a Ph.D. program. So, that's big. And at WWASH #11, there were hugs. Lots of good hugs.
I've had fabulous housemates in Diane, Liz, and Megan. My cats are hilarious, cuddly, and, well, cats. I have great family, and great friends. I'm looking forward to adventures already planned, and that I don't yet know about. Thanks to all who participate in making my trips around the sun so rich in love and wonder.