The half-eaten package of citrus Clif Bloks in the bottom of my purse; the muddy trail runners sitting forlorn in the doorway; the trekking poles left collapsed in the hatch of my car... It has been over two weeks, and yet I continue to stumble across objects from my pre-Cloudsplitter days with a sigh of... Continue Reading →
Of Race Bibs and Beacons: A Conclusion to Cloudsplitter
