Stolen in the midst of winter’s darkness, the damned aging process created backpacking despair. Fortunately an intervention occurred when an e-mountain bike answered the bell to pamper my new bionic knee.
Motivation beyond conditioning: vanity, ego, and pride. All with the good fortune of Mary’s presence. This personal nirvana requires a la Sainte Terre adapted to 21st-century adventure and a one-of-a-kind perspective of the Holy Land. Over the horizon are miles and miles of lonely gravel roads, aka wide single track trails: Kanab to Moab and beyond.
Details evolve. At the core of the unknown, will this 450-mile jaunt destroy or enhance my machismo? Regardless, I get excited just thinking about how this little adventure will squander a major part of the summer. Ride, eat, drink, repeat. The rediscovered fun of again being twelve.
Eighteen years ago John headed west, settling in Heber, Utah. Focusing on the environment and giving back to community soon became as natural as his beautiful surroundings. Departing the corporate world in 2006 John immersed himself in a year of graduate studies at the Teton Science School, Jackson, Wyoming. Place-based education opened new perspectives on nature and spirituality. After graduation several seasons were spent as a wilderness therapy guide and conservation corps crew leader. Mentoring to these “kids” remains one of his proudest achievements.
