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| Gathering after one of the early races this season. |
The end of cyclocross season is already weeks back. Here in Missoula, we have a six week Wednesday night series, culminating in Montana's largest cross race, Rolling Thunder. This year, I made it to all but the last race and Rolling Thunder, which I hated to miss, but overall it was a great season.
For me, cyclocross season is foremost about the many trips, ostensibly for training, that I make around Mt. Sentinel: from my office at UM, out the Kim Williams trail, some variation up Deer Creek Canyon, and then down Pattee Canyon. During fall, I've come to prefer Deer Creek Canyon to Missoula's more popular spots. Maybe it's because I feel alone back there most days, or that the larch trees explode with color in October, or perhaps it's just the repitition: with each lap, the canyon's imprint on me deepens.
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| larch turning golden |
But cyclocross season is also about the races, because they drive me to ride more and harder, they bring me together with a community of bike lovers, and they feed that competitive itch that I love to scratch. Missoula's cyclocross race series brings color to my fall, much like the larch trees whose needles have now fallen.
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| more of the same. |
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