I’ve been thinking a lot about a short story written by James Baldwin entitled Sonny’s Blues. A great story by a great author that portrays the struggle between artist and art. A good read for sure.

I awoke to a cold drizzly day again, although the drizzle hasn’t seemed to arrive yet. I hope to do a short stint tonight after work to keep my legs loose. All of the trails that are longer and more mountain bike worthy are still wet and with the new snow from yesterday probably will be for a while. I think I finally hunted down all the creaks the 29′r had developed at and before our trip to Grand Junction.

As soon as I find a good place, I will start to post the pictures and a good write up of the adventure. Until then or sooner…

Peace.