Doesn’t everyone look off at distant mountains and imagine all the trails there? All the amazing rides? Adventures?
Maybe they’re loaded with regulars who take to that mountain every morning, spending their whole lives on it – just like we do on our own, local trails.
All the thrills. The crashes. The triumph and tragedy. Maybe trailside meetups have turned into lifelong, meaningful friendships.
Doesn’t everyone think of that when they see mountains in the distance?
Or is it just us?