The Rut
I need to get out there . Time has softened to a monotone grey, but nature knows no different. The body can sense when the season is changing. It’s not any one thing, it’s a combination of things that let us know the shift has started. Maybe it’s the frozen digits on a crisp morning, the smell of pine warming in the sun, or a dusting of snow barely covering Autumn colors. After what has felt like The Endless Summer without any surfing I can tell it’s time to turn the page and start writing a new chapter. For months I’ve been trying to create a multisport test piece but, instead of walking out the door, I end up going in circles. Rather than becoming frustrated by the privileged problem I call my friend Dave. I start out: “Dave! I don’t know what the problem is. I’m wanting to go self-contained ride/run/ride but I keep coming up with excuses of why not to go.” This is followed by a long pause. “Well, what routes are you looking at?” he asks. I begin to rattle off a tick list of gr