Moving

Well, the time as come to bid adieu to the Mid-Willamette valley. I'm exchanging:

for:
in order to attend Optometry school this fall. This means that I'm picking up my family and relocating a bit to the north. Given the volatility of the housing market, we put ours up for sale early and--amazingly, to me--it sold withing a few days. So, we're moving sooner than expected, and before I'm done with school at OSU.

But that's not the sad part. The sad part is that I'm leaving behind fantastic riding--both road and mountain--that starts right from my door. I'm leaving behind my core riding group, the guys that I spend my nights with evaluating lights and tearing up the trails after everyone else is in bed asleep.

I'm leaving behind trails like this:

And this:

And gravel roads like this--ideal for winter riding:

While I won't stop riding--day or night--I'm pretty sure that I won't have trails as good or, more importantly, as close. I'll actually have to--GASP--drive to the trail head. I hope I can manage.

It's been great living here and now I look forward to the next part of the adventure.