Even Perfect Trails Have An End

On my mind today was the sudden death of one of my favorite bloggers, Steve Tilford.  Steve’s writing was pure, honest, simple.  He wrote about racing, his passionate opinions, and life stuff.  I never met him, but feel like I knew him.

Maybe it’s a little more timely, since I stopped in to see my dad yesterday.  His battle with Parkinson’s is brutal.  It’s just hard to experience for me… rather than complain, mixes jokes with genuine interest into our lives.

And so I rode and smelled the wild flowers and felt the wind knowing all perfect days and trails have an end.