June 7th has a habit of finding me either packing boxes or climbing mountains, sometimes both at once. Back in 2001, the move to Hamden had me canceling utilities and hunting down post offices, already dreaming of a Burlington escape with Paul and Lucy. Same restless energy, different zip code.
Five years later, June 7th found me stubbornly back on the bike despite an infection, not quite comfortable yet but unwilling to sit still. That particular brand of "probably fine" decision-making would become a recurring theme.
By 2010, the date delivered something truly epic. The Spokane 24 Hour finale had everything: cramping, borrowed glasses, imaginary monkeys at the top of the Devils Up climb, a teammate finishing a lap in one gear, and a first place finish that was never really in doubt once the gas got turned back on.
Then 2011 offered a quieter kind of drama. The false summit post is the one that sticks. Dry bottles, sticky lips, and the cruel geometry of a meadow that looks like the top but isn't. He kept going anyway.
In 2018, another move brought another kind of giddiness. New Stuff Immersion Distraction captures that downtown-living buzz perfectly, a private enduro facility out the back door and Snuggles thrilled about the library.
More recently, a beautiful photo and a bad decision in 2021, a Lovell Canyon campsite with grand sunsets in 2022, and a Rattlesnake Wilderness Corridor adventure in 2024 round out a day that clearly refuses to stay home.
June 7th across the years is just a person in motion, curious about what is over the next ridge, willing to climb on tired legs to find out.