I’m exhausted. But in the best way possible.

My wife and I had our first bike trip of the year this weekend — the first time in a proper bike park in the mountains.

And we rode harder than we’ve ever ridden. Both broke many personal time records and hit many of the wooden features that we’d avoided in the past. And only a little blood was drawn in the process.

The summer up here is short. So we make the most of it.

But even now, as we unpack from the weekend and prepare to return to work, the high is running strong.