Where Eagles Fly: The Vapor Trail 125 (Sneak Peak)
The Rockies in all their splendor.
My helmet light swept back and forth across the night sky as if it were a search light hunting for enemy planes. It wasn't planes I was searching for, I was seeking some sense of what it was I was witnessing or better yet what it was I was a part of. I stood alone atop the Great Divide; my only companions were a crescent moon and billions of stars so close that I wanted to reach up to them, just to see how they felt. Five hours into the 2012 Vapor Trail is when I stopped riding and realized that I was not in control and that I really never would be for the remainder of the adventure. The sky, the mountains, and the terrain would be calling the shots, not me. It came clear to me that throughout the next 15 hours my surroundings would grant me triumph as well as defeat over and over again.
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