|A special day in the Frederick watershed|
Sometimes while exploring a trail, it will disappear. In the beginning, it is well-defined, has clear direction, and the explorer pursues it with hopeful anticipation. Initially, the rewards are tangible and pleasurable. After a while, however, the path becomes obscured. The way is more complex, and following it feels like work. It doesn't pay what it promised. With persistence, the trail fades to nothing, or immediately dead ends. Then it is time to backtrack.
A special day riding with friends on a 25 yr old MTB reminds me that what is true of trails is true of so many other things in life. Material goods and technology (to name a couple of examples) become a tangle of briars. This old, simple bicycle does not limit, or interfere with, the pleasure on this day. On the other hand, time spent pursuing equipment upgrades is time not spent riding with friends.
Social media seems similar. Instagram, like a fresh new single track into the woods, began so well. It has allowed me to meet several great people. But I have begun to feel its tangled vines slow me down. So here I am on an my old blog platform, pondering old bikes, and simpler ways.