I get asked a lot of questions. Here is a brief history to let folks know where I am coming from.
I rode the Berryman trail near Potosi Missouri. It was one trail that
made a 25-35 mile loop around the foot hills of the Ozarks in Mark
Twain national forest. It was reminiscent of Tsali near Bryson North
Carolina. I had raced Tsali once long ago, before I even dared dream of this Quest.
Then the spark that rekindled my interest in my Quest,
Super Storm Sandy caused a slow down at work, for me, and my wife
Tammy, mostly was telecommuting, mostly, as she went on a work reduction
plan due to health concerns. I will not be a Debbie Downer
with the details, but we have had Bucket list discussions, including her childhood dream of visiting every state, in a meaningful way, not
just driving through!
So Sandy made it hard to
telecommute and I was jonesing to ride more than a quarter mile with out
having to move, cut out or crawl over blow downs! We mapped out 5 IMBA
Epics all within a few hours of each other where North Carolina, Georgia
and Tennessee meet up. I manged to ride:
Dupont State Forest, near Brevard, North Carolina
Jake/Bull Mountain near Dahlonega, Georgia
Tanasi Trail near Ocoee, Tennessee
our way back from Tennessee to North Carolina, it dawned on me that
this is one of those "The time is right"-"Do it before it is too late"
situations. Rewind 10 years and Tammy could not sit through the 2 hour
25 mile per hour switch back through mountains and many waterfalls. But
watching cry tears of joy at each new majesty that nature presented us,
made it very poignant for me. A couple years back, after she came out of
remission, I told her that we could sell the house, cash everything in
and drive an RV around the country. I meant it, but she still had an
incessant need to work. No cold turkey for her. Now that she has been
weened back a bit, I am making good on that promise. Tammy is still so
concerned with my happiness. After all it was while on a trip Minnesota
for her daughters Birthday, with a stop at the Rock-n-Roll hall of fame
in Cleveland Ohio on the way and a stop at Mark Twains home town on the way back, that
Tammy asked me what I wanted to do. She thought we were doing too much
"Just" for her. I insisted that it was fine, but she insisted back. That
is when I remembered that old bike magazine with several IMBA epics that I
saved all these years.
Every thing is on line now and
we found the Berryman trail. So there it is in circular fashion, I do
admit, that is just how I roll.