I love Alaskan fall. Growing up in Georgia, fall was always one of my favorite seasons. I love everything about it-how the cold air fills my lungs, and how seeing the frost on my tent in the mornings reminds me that winter is near. It also reminds me of my childhood, when the family use to go camping each year in Georgia in the fall. I like how a few birds are still around, but for the most part, the forest quiets down. I’m not a full time runner, but my favorite time to go running is for sure in the fall. I love listening to the crackle of a fire. I like how fall fire usually means sitting around for hours talking about life. You can do that year around, but there is something about fall that makes people calmer. Open.
Anyways, fall, on many levels, brings me back to my space and when it also comes with my bike, even better. Biking Denali in the fall might just turn into an annual trip for me. This year was glorious! Last year, I wrote about my friend Erin and me catching fall colors in Denali as well, but what I didn’t write is that I ended up only biking for 5 miles due to a flat that I couldn’t fix. Like an idiot who never goes biking, I didn’t bring a tube, and after trying to fix it twice with my patch kit, I gave up. This year, I came very prepared and it was a success! More than success, I cherish those trips that allow you some solitude, friendship time, and the giving and taking that life requires all in one.