This morning–as I’ve been done nearly every day for the past couple of weeks–I stopped to see if the Mayhoffer-Singletree Trail had been reopened. This trail, along with several others, has been closed for almost a month due to heavy flood damage. Today was different, though. Much to my surprise, the barriers were gone, and the trail was open. Some minor damage was still visible, but for the most part, the trail was just like I remembered it. I wasn’t able to claim first tracks, but I was probably the only person riding on 25mm slicks.
“Were you affected by the flooding?”
That’s the number-one question I was asked at Interbike this week. People would look at my badge, see that I was from Colorado, and then want to know how bad things really were. To be completely honest, my problems were very minor compared to the massive devastation reported by the media. A leaky roof and failed sump pump basically amounted to an expensive inconvenience. In short, nothing compared to losing one’s home, all worldly possessions, and in some cases, loved ones.
Today, like nearly every other Saturday morning, I grabbed one of my bicycles and hit the road. Unlike all those meandering, destination-free adventures, this one was different. Today’s ride was a recon mission to see if my normal route to work had been impacted by last week’s flooding. Aside from a bit more broken pavement, the first couple of (paved) miles were largely uneventful. That all changed, however, when it came time to leave the asphalt.
It was at this point that I decided to throw in the towel and head back home. As I pedaled through the various neighborhoods, I heard the sound of shovels scraping against mud and asphalt. Discarded carpeting and furniture littered the sidewalks. Extension cords and hoses snaked their way across the remains of people’s lawns and driveways. I counted my blessings, grateful for my good fortune. All the while, a familiar song played in my head.
Watch your life slip through your hands
They’re not for shaking
They’re not for praying
They’re just for holding close
Everything you love in this fragile little dream
“You Were The Cancer” – Thursday