trees.

A fishin' buddy once told me
that he prefers the east over 

the west.  

"The mountains are more intimate."

I'd never been out west at the time.

We were talking in the context of 

mtn brookies or rocky mtn cutthroats, 

and I think it applies to any pursuit 

where you spend time out and about.  

Leads me to think about our trees.  

Riding bike thru Meeshow vs the open 

hi speed of...say, big mtn VA or those 

expansive Rocky Mtn meadow trail shots 

that everybody drools over.  IMBA trail is 

CCC broadway, 20+ rippin' vs headwall 

techy bob & weave barely ever spun out 32:19.  

The tight sketchness comes from the speed.  

Then watch the ski porn, western GS turns 

thru the trees vs branch bangin' billy goat 

mid-A glade skiin'.

Imagine if our local forest were actually 

'old growth', not the remnants of a managed 

recovery from 3rd or 4th, 5th? generation 

clear cuts.  imagine huge canopies of Ents 

with two feet of hillside fresh over loamy 

love with freeform bambi path to follow

and flow in the warmer months.

just imagine.

or maybe I just don't like to go fast.

reward vs risk amplified by

skill/technique vs hudge cajones'

or just gettin' old?