Thursday was a good day, despite Sam’s bout with the throw ups in the morning. He seems OK now though, so we’ll see.
I went on a really beautiful, peaceful and emotional ride in the evening. I was alone at Solitude pedaling to the sound of my cry. I cried most the way up the canyon and then into my ride. I needed that….like, a lot. It’s good for me and I can’t hold it back. With several people mentioning that Naomi’s one year passing is quickly approaching and just my emotions and thoughts in general, it felt SO good to have a nice long cry. When I was done, I rode right to one of the chairlifts and just sat there in silence for a while, looking out at the mountains. They are so pretty and bring me so much joy.
It was a good, good ride.