Author: Moniera

The tale of my solitary life

The tale of my solitary life is told in meals eaten at the kitchen counter, sometimes off the cutting board Single serve containers of left overs in my freezer How does one cook dinner for one The half bottle of red in the door of the fridge only good for a stew now Always navigating […]

The Last Best Ride

With my August race in Colorado having slipped off my calendar, I looked for one more race to do this year. It’s already been a great year of riding with Special Blend Gravel Camp being the perfect preparation for the Gorge Gravel Grinder, and then also Cranbrook Gravel Grind. I was hungry for just one […]

The head games of racing

Racing is pure madness. Madness, I tell you!! You sign up for a race months out with great excitement and ambition. In the days leading up to the race, the doubts start surface, and by the morning of the race, you are a wreck. At least I am. I have done a few races now, […]

Sometimes the win looks a little different

Racing bikes is hard: physically, mentally, emotionally. But damn, it’s fun. And every race, teaches you something. Every single race. A couple of weeks ago I headed back down to Dufur, Oregon to race the Gorge Gravel Grind. I’d been there two weeks earlier to attend Serena Gordon’s Special Blend Gravel Camp. It was nice […]

Reflections

This time of year is always such a delightful wind down. While I must confess that I’ve hardly been shoulder to the wheel these last few months with work being quiet, and training only just restarting, I still love the abyss of the week between Christmas and New Year. I get reflective for a few […]

If you go into the woods today …

It’s not uncommon to see bears around Squamish; this year, there appears to be a lot more bear activity as they prepare to hibernate. A couple of days ago, I walked past a field and saw some people gathered. There was a lot of rustling in the trees, but hard to see anything. Eventually we […]

Helping one another

Pedaling through the Squamish Valley, I often see a Squamish Nation pickup truck that says Public Safety on the door. I was stopped on the bridge that crosses the river past the Upper Squamish Valley, taking pictures, when I saw it again today. The bridge is narrow so I scuttled off it so as not […]