Loam

Lucky to be clear of head as the season rolls into barriers and cold temps. Damp and frosty, not the beer yet, too early for that. Clinchers of another sort, the dirt-kind are keeping me grounded, in a good way that the fall allows. Carving trail on freshly moistened loamy, sandy soil lucky to have made the choices, secure in the heavy pack making me work. I have never felt better than this season, not the wins, better than that, comfortable in all that's done and happy about the work to be done. There's always more, never enough, enough.