Twenty-two years of March 8ths, and what do we have? A beautiful mess of snow reports, loose handlebars, overpacked bikes, and the eternal human struggle to make web hosting less painful. Sounds about right.
It started innocently enough in 2004, adding links to adventure racing sites and lamenting friends who only reach out via mass mailings. Classic early internet vibes. By 2006, things got philosophical... Pologra was pushing for ditching login requirements while Montana was busy getting buried under feet of snow and sunshine teased us between storms.
The body betrayed me in 2009, battling the sniffles with DIY humidifiers and possibly snortable Zicam. Marcy kept me sane through it all, earning her training day off in 2008. That Alberta meadow from 2010 still calls to me, moose and all.
Racing memories run deep here. The 2011 Devils Slide with its handlebar drama, the 2016 Togwotee lesson in overpacking while Mo crushed it light and fast. Sometimes the universe just hands you a mirror.
Recent years brought desert petroglyphs, Oceanside waves, and increasingly nerdy pursuits... from AI shenanigans in 2024 to pondering whether hosting will ever actually be simple in 2025. The throughline? Chasing something, whether it's podiums, perfect meadows, or just a website that doesn't break. Here's to keeping at it.