The Treacherous Trail to Asheville

People ask my wife and I why we moved to Asheville. Often, we haven’t had an explanation other than it felt right. Often, I've thought we’re kinda crazy. But last night, I felt a little less crazy and a little more alive, knowing that there in a shed while picking up furniture I couldn't wait to get to work on, my mountain biking stoke had survived to the other side, alive and well in Asheville.

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