You Reap What You Sow

Well, I made my way up to Prison this past Sunday to get my dig on. I was a little surprised to find the ground still frozen. The puddles that had formed the days before were now three inch tall crystal spires of ice. I, of course for got the camera. I was pretty bummed to say the least. I grabbed a shovel anyway and was able to break through the upper crust. It was laborious work, but I wasn't going to wait any longer. I have to ride trails, SOON! The more I put my old back into it the more things started to go my way. The Sun poked it's head up over the bare tree line and began helping my efforts. I could literally see steam rising off my head. The frozen chucks gave in to my chopping and hacking and began mixing into the sweet soil below. Aching, I stood for a bit and thought I was hearing things. I heard Rice Krispies popping. I was getting hungry, but... It was the ground thawing right in front of my eyes. Pretty wild. That naturally inspired me to continue scraping and shaving and sculpting. The frozen earth slowly turned to slimy, wet mud to mix with. I unfortunately was short on time and had to be back in Boston to open Timeless at noon. Just when things were getting good. I was able to get three landing and a flat bottom ready for the equally laborious packing. I don't mind the blisters on my palms and aching back. Riding trails is such an amazing feeling to me. "You reap what you sow" and nothing worth while comes easy. I was simply paying my dues. A free pass to a Summer of riding dirt.

Big J-