10 Years Ago Today . . .

It's hard to believe it has been 10 years since I flew home from Guatemala after having one of the most amazing experiences I ever could have imagined possible. So much has happened since that day, yet I still think about it and dream about it almost every day. The hardest part is knowing that it won't be the same place when I finally make it back to visit.

Together Again with My Blur

I went mountain biking yesterday for the first time in two years. I could almost hear my bike whispering to me as I pointed my front tire down my first stretch of desert singletrack: "Patrick, where have you been?" I tried to find the words to explain that I had been busy trying to recover from a back surgery, but the only thing I could think to say was, "let me enjoy this moment."