Within ten days of surgery, I was spinning on a recumbent bike - and should have continued at that level for several weeks, rather than jumping on a real bike and aggravating the knee and then dealing with an inordinate amount of inflammation & scar tissue for several months...lesson learned. I simply like being outside.
January, February and March were very mild. This photo is a mid-January sunset in Driggs, when snowpack should be 2-3 feet deep in the valley...but it was just a few inches because of rain and thaws. Thankfully, the higher elevations like Grand Targhee picked up close to normal snowfall as winter progressed.
I was gone for most of it, but the 4th Annual Teton Valley Snowfest took place from January 23 to February 1. Warm temperatures made for challenging logistics - snow sculptures melted within a few days, hockey events were cancelled, and other modifications were necessary - but hats' off to the Teton Valley Foundation for still putting on a great local mid-winter event.
As mentioned: I couldn't resist riding an actual bike - it's who I am - and it helped keep me sane in spite of the knee and other issues.
There's definitely something healing about Sedona.
March brought a big work seminar in Pocatello with my dad and brother Mark. Several dozen customers attended, which was terrific - but the best part was spending time with these two guys.
Melissa bought a sweet new car, and Romeo approves.
We'll be starting a new high school mountain biking team here in Driggs/Jackson this summer, and I'll be an assistant coach. The sport has really taken off in neighboring states in recent years, and is a great thing for kids, communities, families, and of course cycling. To help prepare, I attended a two-day NICA (national interscholastic cycling association) coaching clinic in Boise a couple of weeks ago, where we learned rules, protocol, and skills. I'm psyched & honored to be a part of this.
With that thought: spring is here, and I've been exploring new trails on work trips. The more I see of it, the better Idaho gets.
Last but not least: I spent some good time with Bridger last week, and hope to make that a more regular thing moving forward. He's eight years old now, enjoys watching ESPN (or am I projecting that?), swims in every creek, rolls in anything smelly...and always seems happy. Quite a combination.
Spring forward, friends.