There's something about April 30th that refuses to stay in one place. Twenty-four years ago, I couldn't even get online to blog. Fast forward to 2005, and I'm shooting photos at Missoula's YMCA River Run, my recently reunited K2 Proflex waiting at home with only brake problems between me and the trails.
By 2008, this date became a blur of contradictions. Leading races when I shouldn't, standing on podiums savoring the moment, promoting free races in Eureka, getting called out as someone to watch, then complaining about Montana's dark evil devil sun that promises warmth but delivers misery.
The years kept layering stories on top of this date. Adventure racing with Dave where my deer-spotting skills finally mattered. Contrasts between blizzards and sunshine. Restless nights at Hyalite after filling cabins with smoke. Medical tests confirming what I'd been saying about heights and balance all along. Fat biking to Maxi Cabin with Mo. Turning 52 and escaping to Ogden's sun on new Terrain Chunk tires. Walking barefoot through Livingston parks, trying to reconnect with earth. Another day in Livingston. Desert photography capturing fire and code. Discovering the legendary bathroom at Hannon Memorial. Filming life in Missoula and Hamilton with the Red Barn crew.
And then just last year, announcing my presence on Silver Mountain with squeaky brakes while fumbling with foggy goggles. April 30th never sits still, and honestly, neither have I.