If you’re reading this, you’re probably familiar with the fact that I’m permanently roaming, and I’d be foolish not to acknowledge the importance of my wireless setup in making that possible. Getting – and staying – connected while permanently roaming is nothing like paying the local cable cabal to get your house or apartment connected. Remember the last show you binged on Netflix over the weekend? That consumed 20x most mobile users’ monthly data allotment, but you never had to think about data because when you’re wired you generally don’t pay for consumption.

This is less about saying farewell to Estes Park than it is about a ride I’ve been eyeing for over five years. Not only did I have the wrong bike when I was here in September, 2015, but I learned that this route existed the day after I finished an out-and-back run of Trail Ridge Road on my old Giant roady. TRR is the downhill paved segment of today’s route.

Where am I? I’ve been wanting to write about what I’ve been up to the past couple of months and keep putting it off because I convinced myself that I need to write a long and protracted post about why I’m living in a travel trailer. Oh yeah, I live in a travel trailer now. But I don’t think I’ll delve into why I felt compelled to leave NYC and become trailerfolk because it’s really not that profound or interesting.